forty fishes, seven loaves and a partridge in a pear tree

Boxter my dear son,

Enter the Reverand Sliper's communion cubicle, stick £209 in the collection box and you will enter the kingdom of mental nirvana where every time you attack a plane it disintegrates.

Now where are my tablets and my directions to dr hepster's nuthouse?

merry festive greetings to the arrows,

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