Gweetings and insultations to thee, Meissners und Mindiers. I am playingunf around with complicated and bizarre entities and things. Or well, no, I'm not. I'm not playing around with anything at all.
Well, perhaps Dr. Rinidab Forskolin does not exist. Perhaps he is an illusion of our collective imagination. That is substantially more probably than reading some paragraphs from his book "An Attack of The Mongeeses", which for reasons which continue to leave the more relaxed elements of the public bewildered, it was subject to a vicious and harsh bookburning at the hands of the Toronto Apathetic Person's Association -- it was that horrible a concoction that they couldn't leave it standing, Apathetics that they be.
Well, perhaps Dr. Rinidab Forskolin does not exist. Perhaps he is an illusion of our collective imagination. That is substantially more probably than reading some paragraphs from his book "An Attack of The Mongeeses", which for reasons which continue to leave the more relaxed elements of the public bewildered, it was subject to a vicious and harsh bookburning at the hands of the Toronto Apathetic Person's Association -- it was that horrible a concoction that they couldn't leave it standing, Apathetics that they be.
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