Ah, you jackanapes, hold your tongue!! The voracious intellect of our street-raised friend, yon Shaking Will Geronimo Smith, is the culprit, for having soaked up so much Bard he became overburdened and found himself thrown over-Bard, unable to recall the time and place of his wits' foddering. This is no grounds for your doddering outrage, which is itself fueled only by your own sense of deep guilt in the past.

I am glad, however, that young Shakin' Willie has given you an opportunity to vent your spleen and air your bilious resentments. I am sure you will be the better for it.

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