Mo, I don’t kite conspiracies, nor bake noon blue apples, and I haven’t set one foot through the gates of the Chapel Perilous, yet, I’d venture to say that you’re a cool gal.
- Lord Piddlepuck
Oh, the circling vultures refuse to gnaw out my heart Though the crows mock me as supreme squires with their judicial caws I've stumb...
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