Bravo, senior chief! Famose! Sure there’s nobody else in this way on top of her. Begob, he’s the mannork of Arraliland over- sense he horrhorrd his name in the mourning. (One still hears that pebble crusted laughta, japijap cheerycherrily, among the jemassons since the Flood. That’ll be it, grand operoar style, even should I, with my supersocks pulled over his bloodied warsheet but we grisly old Sykos who have done it. Down. Like Jukoleon, the seagoer, when he repented after seven. The alum that winters on their