[OOO slips out the door before the angry mob of alt.1ders blocks it off. They move on past him, acting as a single mind. Someone in front holds what appears to be a thermonuclear device. It is Sir Spam Spam Spam Spam Silly Troll (Spam Spam Spam Spam Silly is his middle name). OOO has been told the mysterious object is not, in fact, a thermonuclear device, but only a case for a smaller, more efficient explosive, but you never can tell with the Troll. OOO would finish the story for you but he ran so fast the other way he has no idea what ended up transpiring. Well, maybe some idea...]

It was made up because I had a stiffer and a standing prick hath no conscience. And if that standing prick is attached to Bruce Robertson then it hath less than no conscience.

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explore the text in terms of the traditional culture of this warrior society. Especially important to remember in this context is the enjoyment of aularian conviviality which the opening of the poem suggests,