ARRRRRrrrrgghh…!
By the Eternal Flaming Rash of the Great Orkin BallHog! Now you’ll pay, girl –
“Caveo… Pessimus… Cucurbitacea…!”
Just remember, when the vines start coming up for you through the floorboards, you asked for it. And another thing –
Uh, hang on a sec, got a call coming in on the Hot Line…
Yes? Well, yes, but she -- Yes, but… Really, it was only a minor incantation, Sir… And after she did -- But... Yes, Sir. Very well.
Hmmm. It would appear you’ve been reprieved from the Wrath of the Gourds, Hal. My little invocation has been waived, it seems. I’ve been informed that the Home Office has taken notice of your recent posts and regards you as potential ‘First Class Taunter’ material. Good luck if they send you an interview request. Heh-heh…
Most Sanguine Cheers,
SOT
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