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YOU'RE FOOLING NO-ONE YOKELS
looks like there'd be shitloads of bees in there
lots of flowers. deathtrap
*starts circling possible locations*
calling it now
MICHAEL PARKINSON: Where are they? They are supposed to be here.
DENISE WELCH: I don't know! Shit and fuckblast!
MICHAEL PARKINSON: Maybe the information was wrong, O Loosest of the Spectres
DENISE WELCH: The information, Michael, is ne'er wrong. Unless it has been... intercepted.
MICHAEL PARKINSON: It couldn't be, could it?
DENISE WELCH: Terror Man. It looks like he's played the first move in this long overdue game of chess
MICHAEL PARKINSON: What game of chess? I see no board no pieces no clock no Russian man playing
DENISE WELCH: You insufferable boob. How ever did you become such an acclaimed interviewer??!?
MICHAEL PARKINSON: The questions were transmitted to me the night before filming. In dreams, O Spectre, in dreams. In my blackest most abstract reveries would emerge if not the words but those universal meanings that our human cultures make into words through the creation of languages -- the questions conveyed to me not in any language but in their basest most natural form. Nobody found me out ever, though I think Meg Ryan came close. I no knot if she was under collaboration with other forces or, if she was, whether she was even aware
DENISE WELCH: Well ride me sideways wasnt specting that.
with a few extraneous posts appended
you cursed it