And greetings be unto thee my scaled-hide, guts-griping, friend. May thy cavernous hole be emptied of thy fat-kidneyed vomit and be it unto thy pleasure.



And so take thee unto New Amsterdam for thy pleasure. Truly itself be a common-kissing sink of filth, if it be thy ape-like wallow. I trust thou hast returned safe unto thy dwelling and thou needest not a leech to soothe thy pox-marked wounds?



How now? Thou bitest thy friends to save them? Save them from thee, perchance? And for what purpose wilst thou save thy friend. Come, sir, thou titillatest.

Sbasiba Avnobevnc, and we wish unto three safe passage on that road less travelled, far from Haggis' and other evil things manmade or otherwise. Your ways may seem foreign, but there is a Truth in you that is worthy of much respect. To our eyes, a frightful sight, but a reflection of what once and still is in these dark and foreboding lands. May your tintean burn brightly.

And to thee, my hasty-witted malcontent. Still I sent the Advent greetings for a most merry of Christmastide and a joyfilled New Year all the same be thee lout and knave for all eyes to see.

And my greetings unto thee my pribbing, beetle-headed, friend howbeit thy conceits are literate so how now thy tongue? Methinks, there be a slip betwixt the mind and the lip.



‘Twould seem unto me that thou art a man of honour and hold ye within thy grasp unto thy principles as beef-witted and gleeking though they may be all the same. Yea, they are thine as thou hast made them. Truly as thou hast said, thou hast no shame and ye glory in it to boot!



Diogenes be as a ripe cheese, the rechy smell be off-putting and oft avoided by many with delicate nose – a nose worry thou hast not!



Point and it be upon my side, sir, of all the rude-growing verbosity bespewed upon these wide pages and the word “lurk” hath touched thee. I count that as an honor. ‘Tis not oft found methinks.



Entice, nay sir, Diogenes would not so bend unto that save with the power of his wit be it in Apollo’s light or within the Hecate’s darkness and so there ye be found likewise. Alexander the Great did find Diogenes lying in the street sheltered by a barrel and did so honor him as a free man. Freedom be not without its perils from the vain enslaved that wish to remain within that blissed state.



Rattle ye the cage and seest thou the wimpled bunnies hop. Thy stick be long and pointed, goodly sir, and I would also submit unto thee that the best place to lurk be found in broad day-light. Thou art not so hasty-witted nor fool-born for that matter, but flapped-mouthed and brazen-faced as ‘twould seem unto me. Therein lay thy power, I would submit unto thee, that thou weldest.





The wit hath spake: “A man beknownst by his utterings” and in thy case from thy gaping, fusty, odiferous, hole. If ye say ye be, and than so be it; thy ill-breeding words defined thee. Methinks it be part of thy prating charm, don’t ye know, so wherefore will ye care thereabout? Truly thou art well cultivated.



I too have found pleasure in our jousts; ‘tis not often that I find such as thee with the skills in such sport or wit contained therein to play. But least I be found maudlin, indeed enough as I would not have thy pate beswollen beyond its titanish state ere the subsequent explosion bemire all about. The clean-up would be costly, methinks, and such brazen-faced pleasure as I do have would cease and desist.