it was the eighteenth fortitude of chobbnekker (the wrecker) in a rising house of the pulmanory destroyer (lord tomato), tuesday. when it happened: vlitmliari ate himself in reverse and appeared at my feet -- uneaten! -- mad as a bog scorpion. vlitmliari demanded -- demanded -- that i not eat grapes in the store, i haven't paid for those grapes yet, that's shoplifting, he insisted.
"i'm not sure what you mean," i said, popping another grape (into my gaping maw), "i don't even like grapes."
so, trust a traveller -- don't hit up an acropolis rising in the house of lord tomato, cos even da grapes gibbe ye griefe
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