Pish, tush, sirrah. I bite my paycheck in your general direction. Your asnide superiority is a thin veneer for the deep mortal torture underneath. My condolences for your pain.

I am going to the Getaway to sing the long night through with my dearest friends. I have invited ALL of Mom's sibs to join me, including Little Hawk and Gnu. The Manne of Emms and the Manne of Booques have accepted. I do beseech the Fayre Ladyes Eiseley and Stilly to come as well. And Little Hawk, who would add much to the merriment. How could a manne of his mettle decline? He hies himself to Cuba, but the joys of Maryland have thus far escaped him!! Come on, laggard dolt!! :D

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