Listen here, Swing, old-timer, I got a long and gashly tale of wickedness to pour into those lily-white mule ears of yores.

It is ruine to a man to deuoure ſaintes, and afterward to retracte the vowes.

Pass the loco weed, I say to a middle-aged redhead turntabling naked in the middle of the floor, no doubt wondering why her red go-go boots are nailed over the fireplace.

Animutation is satire, irony, and social criticism […]