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Carruthers, General (REPORT):

The new Sinyan 3 porrogoly modules continue to outflob the old Sinyan 2 buggers by gasps as large as a mosquito: if the heptachroid had been mustard-ready, my litotes would be trampled, but I suppose one cannot minister to an inverted squirrel. Oh alabaster speleothems and other disregarded canasta sessions bedecked with liquid tinsel and the congress of the disabused: if Arnathaude and Melgemerave had spent at least eight hours considering the requisitional parameters then we might have made it out of this mudpit in two weeks instead of five, but proper protocols must be adhered to: not for some slavish adoration of the law, but because they are here to protect us from physical situations that are inimical to the process of living: an uncapped gespyon slot has incredible transtructive potential, and one need not have one's body transfigured into a number of grapefruit by transplosion. And even if it was suggested that our druthers were unsorted and out of order, at least we were certifiably unprepared for an encounter with a Droythelegm and a Pnyctoid.