In the begining there was mud. Then there was clay, from the clay came the Possom. The Cat found it good. The sun shone and smiled down upon the Cat, the mud, and the Possom.
Only the great can blow the hole. Tap the tapper. and Pokey the Hokey. Only good comes from this.
We the humble, bow before the one with the Possom. Humble in our hearts and loud in our shirts, we ask.
WHERE IN THE BLOOMEN' BLOODY HELL CAN I GET ONE?
With sad heart, and bowed head, this poor Fadac, goes quietly to practice Lady Of Spain, upon the box of squeeze, For someday, some will say.
GET IT HERE!
Then there will be joy in the land.
-Fadac