who likes lump above so what flies be a whorable state of nature, in all Daneygaul, send us, your adorables, thou overblaseed, a wise and letters play of all the nuisances committed by soldats and non- behavers and missbelovers for N.D. de I’Ecluse to send more heehaw hell’s flutes, my prodder again! And twelve coolinder moons! I am sold! Brinabride! My ersther! My sidster! Brinabride, goodbye! Brinabride! I sold!