Spaw:

It's nice to know that at least one of the Elders hasn't lost his, er, touch...so to speak.

But there is one flaw in your tale. If magic based on parallel structures, such as the Magic Spud, can work voodoo, why should putting one's ruined parts into a vibrant, healthy horse, not work the magic in reverse, undo the decay and restore Mick to vibrant, upstanding manhood? Answer me that.

Of course, we all realize that Mick, in his desperation, did not use a healthy, vibrant horse. He used a synthetic, a thin imitation of flimsy fabric, supported by hot air and cheap batteries. So, maybe it did work after all.

Fortunately, some of us are immune to voodoo sympathetic magic influences. Don't ask why.

And I have heard that Sir Mick has, in the interim, found OTHER means of complete restoration, involving spring peach pits, and he will be soon posting a much more satisfying video of his on YouTUbe, to undo the embarassment that the Great Duck Dogie and Flamingo Roundup has caused him. A remersdy, I might add, suggested to him by none other than the eldest son of Borat Sagdiyev, the Kazakh.

I wish him every success.

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