We can keep talking rubbish right here & now, until Ferris is back to stop & / or join in.
I have no service records for my mojo, I only know its' warranty was voided shortly after I began my existence. I'm afraid my mojo's condition can only be estimated by hours on my Hobbes meter or by distance in parsecs.
My mojo got thrashed all over a conference room this morning because
ONE SEVENTH of my code didn't work as planned. More mojo was then requisitioned by the powers that be, to fix coordinate math we haven't learned yet.
In short this mojo may augment your overused supply, though I recommend small doses. The stuff really melts my face sometimes.
I don't know if ferris is coming back.
Face melting mojo sounds tempting.