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* Not a Paladin Edition. Go home, there is no Bubble Hearth here. Theres an undeniable truth about the human body and the dubious engineering -- spare no expense. One mouth, a pair of eye sockets, two nostrils, a set of ears... a couple of places dubbed truthfully: internally or externally, residing nearby the "pantaloons". In other words, we define this as "Orifices 101". With true unfortunate circumstances, this time it was no Muse running up and over the Queen or Prince's bedroom door. Nor was it He that landed on the dresser in armor this time, with glasses adhered to his face, nor resting against the wall with stars that held the ultimate truth towards a sense of character for those he cared for resulting in ultimate betrayal. That's not to say thou't not be wary for the amusement to come forth and predate by him showing early on the own turn of events from the very beginning. Like with most stories, despite all the distractions and allocations of yelling in and under itself for this world, there was, in fact, no vending machine in this Queen's pantaloon drawer. However, one could easily and undoubtedly confuse the prince's bedroom in between the scratching from beyond inside the walls shivering with acute noises that have mathematically dispensed across the obtuse angles which drew up the palace up in itself. There is a common confusion between Rats and Squirrels. We dub thee Rodentia, and in the event of an infestation, plague, or otherwise point of entry, this is where the fine line of dimensional infiltration began: Uranus surrounded by its "Nine rings", with a Parasite: A being or organism that lives in another species and benefits by deriving nutrients at other's expense. Human face, human hands, human feet, and off duty suckling on none other than a witches bosom; the shape of none other than the Rodentia squirrel itself. Perhaps a Rat? Why not all three? With a slimey bushy tail to top it all off; quite frankly - there is nothing more disturbing than the word /moist/, and regardless of the point of entry of Uranus being a humorously gassy planet, and quite the looker on those knackers. And so, the sweetest rain fell among the panes of the fragile egos that dwelled among the palace, and as to why the cursed name; it clings to his fur among the point of entry dubbed the only Brown Jenkins, tunnel BORING through a Princes pantaloons, with that overwhelming feeling of despair filling the room as the Pride of Koguryo entered his hand once again, eyes turning with a bloat, while it suffocates two further. This is where the majority decides who was right, for despite the endless selves in the once numerous universes, the result is always the same regardless in such order and turn of event. And here it is to you, good friend, in defining the definition of insanity: doing the same thing over, and over again, expecting different results. Pick up that weapon, Prince. Urania awaits. ......The voice of God digresses. Merry Christmas, you filthy animal, and a Happy New Year. * Narrators foot note: Body Wars was a motion simulator attraction inside the Wonder of Life pavilion located between the Universe of Energy and Horizons. Needless to say, the state of the princes digestive system was less than pleasant. Between Heavens Ascent, and the yearbook print, this grotesque foreshadowing was ineffable. | |