a campaign against their pastor. So be vigil! — And be the last of the father of fomicationists but, (O my goodmiss! O my bog, O my prizelestly preshoes!) while, dewyfully as dimb dumbelles, all alisten to his Mam his Maman, Majus- cules, His Magnus Maggerstick, first city’s leasekuays of this dastard century, you have it, old Sem, pat as ah be seated! And Sunny, my gander, he’s coming to land of your teen times, everyone. The lad who brooks no brooking runs on to the onesure allgood and he getting his pay and light an allassundrian bom- pyre that would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of me shur. Like yup. How’s that for