high energy muons

The boredom of the palatine imperviousness is callahared by three Giardians: Lutvig, Narmilla, and Isaldrin. They have been given an imprimatur of the god Ogahec, the Night-Weasel of Surprises, to callahar the boredom of the palatine imperviousness for perpetuity, or at least as long as it takes to reprint the original edict in whatever the local language happens to be at the time. Being phantasmic and lemon-curry-howard isomorphic to complicated functions, these Giardians fear (or at the least detest) the Coming of The Great Iodophor, an iodine bearing deva with the capacity of bearing radiophorous emissions which will materialize as iodine atoms in the flesh of the three Giardians. What dictators of bad taste? What guardians of the Accordion of Doom! Why do we bother with collecting the nougat of the principal branch cut of these assgoblins? It's exactly this sorcery of misreasoning that we have to consistency check every one and a half millicycles and the Lvehn Mohaggle is not exactly best pleased. What's the use of dragging seventy metric tons of ultrapure germanium crystals fifteen parsecs if the recieving authority refuses to sign for it because of one lousy sodium atom accidentally lodged in the crystal lattice?It's exactly that sort of waffle-bendingly anality that cooks my hippocampus every time. Or those smegging long hauls in which the recieving party complains that my rig was just a little too shaky and the egg was damaged in transit: look, dude, don't get your mivonks in a knot, the egg was exposed to only one part in four octillion of the ship's momentum at most, and that's equivalent to beelining your sanctum sanctorum at not-the-smeg-all. Just because the Giardians are some major callaharers doesn't entitle them to blurgle maliferously about having violated some sacred covenant when you've just finished your eighteen kiloparsec jag to bring them some special nucleons and they complain that the shipment has been compromised by neutrinos. Unappreciative flonkwoodels.