The extremely foul, yet unbelievably attractive stooped gait of the Goffaloffagon allows it to entice prey into its foul tendrils of spandex, whereupon they are admitted into a high class modern dance school in which many others were educated. They only come for you if you have just read a sentence of thirty nine words precisely. Oops.
As none of you may know, the emperor of this inept conglomerate of writing stooges is actually in charge. And this poses a problem. Unbeknownst to me, when I signed up for the whole ordeal, I was tranquilised and had my vital organs removed and replaced with hamsters. These hamsters die on Piscerious' command. So yes. This must happen.
I was also notified that I have a group of disciples.With an inordinate amount of David Hume. So get in touch so that I may amass an evil army. Or a good army, if you guys are boring like that.
Also, slime.
Several cabbages catch fire if I want them to. Be warned.
G'devening.
Post scripturing? There is some. Or rather, here is some. Mainly because mister Piscoria is a vicious cheat with extraordinarily large calves. And chunky ears. And three left feet. And more insulting features. And stuff.
He also smells of elderflower.
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