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Rediculousness
TheCleaningCrew
Well there's really nothing to say in this book but the fact that it will make no sense. And it will make no sense because I want it to, which in a way makes sense if you think about . There ain't nothing wrong with making no sense, just that sometimes The interpretation can be a little iffy and someone'll decide to pound you. Pound you into the ground. Robirarararararararararairiarie. I once met a demon. His name was Algaliarept. Liked using a funny accent and wear a funny hat. His eyes were like goat eyes. Those funny rectangle slitted things. I don't suppose he'll ever show me his true form. I bet it looks a little like a goat. He's probably embarassed. I wouldn't laugh, though. I like goats. Goats are fun. Shikicksishishishishish. The demon has a friend named Nagromanairamlehcar. I can never really pronounce it right. But that one's female I think. Maybe it's his mate. His goat mate. In any case they seem close. As close as demons can be, anyway. I hear they're having trouble with female demons. Something about there being not enough. Algaliarept says there's only two or three. Probably two. And he's got one of them for a mate. Good for him. Or maybe they're just trying to breed. Maybe letting demons breed isn't a good thing. I hear they'll trick you out of your soul and sell you in their demon slave auctions. That's Al's job, gathering souls to sell. Maybe I should be worried about myself. Ah, well, I'll not worry now. Now's a good time. Chiviriviriviriviriviriviri.