Wherein, to make use of his incorporal time, Captain Mission reminds the youth of the pleasures of learning, and their certain benefits for the inception of knowledge deep within the womb of the mind.
A missive to a young lady, posted betwixted beheading and reincarnation, on the subject of tentacle rape.
(!edge) Within which our hero is extraordinarily rendered, like unto fat into soap.
Being discovered by a scab class traitor who needed the reward to eat, he is captured and subjected to United Nations reportable incidents of the kind which make ITV Television reporters come in their pants.
The trucks rumbled me—woke me—up to pain and blackness, they hadn’t put my eyes out please? Please gods no, I’m too stupid to learn braille now. I can’t breathe, oh gods oh gods, oh its a hood, I’ve still got my eyes.
