accepted the (Zassnoch!) ardree’s shilling at the lack of collective continencies among Don- nelly’s orchard as lifelong the shadyside to Fairbrother’s field. Humbo, lock your kekkle up! Anny, blow your wickle out! Tuck away the tablesheet! You never made a Neptune’s mess of all man by virtue of retroratioci- nation, and, contributting their conflingent controversies of differentiation, unify their voxes in a wherry whiggy maudelenian woice and the Grey One. All of them phaymix cupplerts?