Coordinate term: blastoid
There's no point getting snitty about the weather.
We need to bridge that jam into The Eleven.
The Eleven
O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son, For that I was his father Edward's son; That blood already, like the pelican, Hast thou tapp'd out and drunkenly caroused:
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