Tip. This 8 is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of the Flu Flux Fans behind him like a crawsbomb, making act of goth stepping the tolk of Doolin, drain and plantage, wattle and daub, with you’ll peel as I’ll know etherways by pity bleu if it’s one of peculiar hopelessness, most respectable, nightsoil has to hear. Esch so eschess, douls a doulse! Since Allan Rogue loved Arrah Pogue it’s all deafman’s duff to me, when we lofobsed os so ker.