This old Preacher 'tis a happy soul, see how the Loaf works in mysterious ways, brethren? There may be hope for the one known as the Mouse yet, the eternal pits of misery may yet be avoided, and the sun may yet overcome the impediment of the nostril of the BabBazz, the gatekeeper may not smite the Loafers with his pointed piano, for lo, they can show faith when required, should conversions result from this glorious day of religious and Loafy freedom, then perchance the Mouse may save his distressed soul, and the rodents may flee from the howling of the false Evises without ingesting all in their path and choking to death on the false rhinestones fallen from the pelvis of doom.
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