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Hark, and Hear the Final Calamity, for in The Hour of Reaping What-eth Where-th Sown, dire Artificing do be called from the dead cold metal of the sterile earth that the Demons of Sec-UR wander!
For We Hath Also In Our Cunning Prepared For This-Eth Day!
Of Sacred Relics, We Haveth Three!
But Woodsie Kind Doeth Noteth Be Without Our Own Thinkings, Oh Soft Bipedelian! For We Hafth in Long Hours Laboured And For Longer Hours Toiled to Fashion a Weapon Most Foul, Most Dire, Of Such Cruel Malice That Even the BULB Shalleth FEAR
SOFT STRANGER
HEED THE WORDS OF THE ANCIENT PROPHE-CEE WHICH HAVETH GUIDETH WOODSIE KIND IN OUR CRAFTETH-MAKING
