There is a "stack" of something next to the computer that Dear Sir has left and it has sat there for days. This "stack" makes me sick. It literally makes me ill to look at it and I will not touch it to remove it because it bugs me. It is one of my Room 101's. The first person to guess the answer to this horrid riddle will recieve a complimentary bar of soap (made by my own hand) in the mail. Hopefully (hint, hint) Dear Sir will read this and catch my drift. But the soap in the mail is a definite! This soap is required to purify me of the nastiness of this stack. It is only fitting.