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Jute. — Yutah!
Mutt. — Mukk’s pleasurad.
Jute. — Are you jeff?
Mutt. — Somehards.
Jute. — But you are not jeffmute?
Mutt. — Noho. Only an utterer.
Jute. — Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?
Mutt. — I became a stun a stummer.
Jute. — What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to
be cause! How, Mutt?
Mutt. — Aput the buttle, surd.
Jute. — Whose poddle? Wherein?
Mutt. — The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe
to be he.
Jute. — You that side your voise are almost
inedible to me. Become a bitskin more wiseable,
as if I were you.
Mutt. — Has? Has af? Hasatency? Urp,
Boohooru! Booru Usurp! I trumple from rath in
mine mines when I rimimirim!

Our MOTHER has come! HAIL to the THRONE!

How delicate the cloth of her train. A pulsating tissue of red.

Suoicerp erom Tfig eht sekam Gninniks eht gnirud Gnimaercs ruoy. Flesym sa hcus yhtrownu na morf Yrenif Reh ot Tfig yna. Neeuq ym sserd ot evila em yalf.

The perfect Fabric of Flesh!