>>97712973Ah, Biboo, or some say Beebs. Do you hear our prayers?
As you once did for the vacuous rock, grant us limbs, grant us limbs.
Plant limbs on our rock-for-brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of gravel, hidden now, from sight.
The prisms, of course!
Let us sit about, and supachat feverishly.
Yapping into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
