For verily it is written, oh vainglorious boasters, that all is BS in the Eye of Max, and from BS all is born in its time; and unto BS, all, yea even the most senisitive of threads, must return. Therefore doubt ye not that we know our Mother, for she is with us and we are in her. Let you go forth, then. from the people of MOAB unto the Puerilites, and the Shattites, unto the Hundredites and the Hullites, yeah even unto the Capoites who dwell above yon distant line, and unto all of them bring tidings of this truth.

Or, you could just screw off and the horse Eukaminnon.

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