Mom? Mom? MOM? MOM!! MOM!!!!! Coffee's ready. And no, no word from The Wandering Amos. I think the Irish fish ate him -- he was a good cat, but out of plaice. Oh, who do I think I'm squiddin'? Amos has been kidnapped by Poltroons and is being radicalized and forced learn the bodhram!! Okay, I'll get my hat and tippet to someone who once could play the guitar okay, albeit with difficulty, but could never play the trumpet (God's Own Instrument).
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