In which the Wordle Friends prove themselves to be just as good at dodging green letters as they are at dodging off-season pies.
Like Virgil leading Dante up mount Purgatorio, the Wordle Friends must pay the price of time, wretched time, oh endless, wretched time, to solve...
The modem's on the fritz! But as all young men must go west, all shows must go on, so the Wordle Friends make do.
It may be Friday night, but work is never over for the Wordle Friends and their complicated noggins.