This is foolishness upon
one hundred thousand prior, equally unsolicited foolishnesses. You’ll stop now.

You’re wrong about me,
Nepten. I do like to play games, but they must be extremely important games
with very high stakes, not the kind played by translucent green wigglers who
let loose an excremental sure hard in their wiggler-bottom diaper-stubs. As it
happens, I have arranged to play just such a game tonight. Arrone and I have a
private engagement to be co-leaders of the blue team.

No, it’s…filthy. I need
some air. Or some cold milk. Or a towel, I need a towel. Where the fuck are all
my fresh towels?! I mean…fiddlesticks, please pardon my language. It won’t
happen again.