House M.D. and diagnostic crack-team went through the usual unnerving twists and turns and sheer panic in diagnosing Gibson Guitars. In the end it was an incurable case of woodworm and they decided to pull the plug.
...and in honour of his knowledge (Round 6 was an 'F' on Les Paul's birthday so I went for Fender. Makes sense in the odd universe that is Alphabet Wars, trust me) and a as a belated bday nod to old Les Paul, we will compare apples with apples this round.
Apologies for the hiatus, staff at ABWars HQ took Round 5 a little too seriously and the tension got to everybody in the office. Sheer mayhem as eggs and barrels and bananas were flung hither and tither all week until I put a stop to the purchase orders for said products and the outcome was decided using our more reliable method of vote counting.
So, finally the results are in and yolk/banana mush substance has been cleaned off every surface and hair-do in the office.