Ow, ow, OW! On my ear you are! Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect. Ogon' po gotovnosti! Children, listen as the shadows cross your sleeping hutch, And the village sleeps away, streets emptied of the crowds, And the moons do balefully glare through the nightly clouds, And the graveyard's people rest, we hope, in eternal sleep, Listen and you'll hear the whispered tap of the footsteps creep, Then pray you'll never feel the Worm King's awful touch. Holy Corpuscles I don't like your jerk-off name. I don't like your jerk-off face. And I don't like you...jerk-off. Mark it zero! After all this time? Always. If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

Every day, once a day, give yourself a present.

It’s only half completed, I’m afraid – we haven’t even finished burying the artificial dinosaur skeletons in the crust yet.

• Wait, I know you
• Holy Armour Plate
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