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Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits.
Blasted bingleworgles!
Bleem miserable venchit - Bleem forever mestinglish asunder frapt!
Oi vacillations;
Erupting proburtedly with matriculous provocation,
rending thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon.
Moose?
Moose!
Oh, Lurgid morphousite.
Moose!!
Fripping lyshus wimbgunts awhilst moongrovenly kormzibs.
Gerond withoutitude form into formless bloit - why not then?
Gerond with form into formful quoopisk - why not now?
Groop - I implore thee - foonting turlingdromes!