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To pee or not to pee?
That is the question...
Whether tis nobler to spray thine slaves' pillow cases with
mine acrid lemonade of disdain, hose thy SO between thine
eyes aghast in horror, or streak, yea, *streak* thy bedroom
wall with great mirth whilst leaping from thy bed?
O Hark! How thy remote control on yonder coffee table breaks!
And with mine single tooth, sharpened upon thine priceless
antiques, shall I shave thy rubber buttons down to useless
nubs. Thou knowest that the Maske of Delight is on mine face
when thine telephone cords lay snipped upon thy floor and thy
SO bites thine scarlet lip.
Lowly Carpet Sweeper, thou art mine Enemy. Come thee hither
and I shall rip thine brushes out with mine teeth of steel
and lay thee open, expired in the midst of thy living room
floor.
Rest, mine Slaves, rest. For tomorrow I shall bring upon thee
hideous destruction of thine castle. Let thy mist of sleep
overcome thee now, whilst thine 'Morfous Ghost snarfeths thine
carpet and layeth cecal pelleths in thine cereal bowl.
- The "Chard", Sir William Charkspeare.
(aka Charcoal)
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