The Pope is of a bright blue round the head; on the throat it is of a fine red, and on the back of a gold green colour, it sings very finely and is the size of a canary bird.

The letter is written by the dictator of a rat-shit little country.

Note, though, that disgust for feederism (an erotic practice involving feeders, who are aroused by observing eating and weight gain, and feedees, who are aroused by eating, being fed, and gaining weight) is overwhelming[…]

I used to be a major Xanderista. But this season, he's bugged me a lot.