PHILISTINE! HEATHEN! TRAITOROUS AND LECHEROUS ONE!!!
My heart and the heart of the Loaf are sorely troubled for thee, yea, we grieve for thee as one, for thee know not what thee do. Smite the BabBazz, oh gatekeeper of the pointed piano, lest this child invoke more curses, trouble and wrath than she means, eternal glory or agony awaits!
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