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I shall begin this article (or rather, continue it, considering the unplanned length of the introduction) with a short parable, taken from the gospel of St. Cecil, patron saint of Illogicality.
- There existed a small fly. One day, the butter on which it dwelt was taken away. The fly was unhappy.
- The next day, the fly, whilst on its travels, found the butter in a different house on the same street.
- However, the butter was now populated by 32 savage fly-eating spiders.
- The fly faced a dilemma: attempt to make home in the butter once more, risking its life in the process, or die of starvation.
- Just that moment, a dog came and swallowed the butter, spiders and fly.
The moral of this story is to watch out for large dogs, especially if you are a fly or live in butter. At least, that's what I think it's about, I never really paid attention in religion classes at school. Remember that it's only a story and never really happened; if it were real, that dog probably died of high cholesterol from gobbling that whole pack of butter in one go, but we are not here to pick holes in stories written hundreds of seconds ago. Erm, actually, I really don't know why we're here.
Oh wait! yes, yes, I remember now! Well, not really, but for a second there you thought I had remembered, right? Don't lie! I saw you believing! You were all like 'Hey, he remembered! I totally believe that'. Seriously.
Seriously. I totally believe that. HEY REMEMBER THE TIME WHEN....what time was it then? Oh yeah, 1788. I'm still alive, amazingly. I tell you that skin cream has magical powers.
MAAAAGICAL POOOOWERS.
The sheep jumped over the moon.
Did I say MOON? What I meant was that thingy in the sky that makes the light all dark and stuff...what was it called?
Oh, that's right, the MOON.
Did I say MOON? I meant MAAAAGICAL POOOOWERS.
Such magical magical powers, and magical magical cream, like the ones my feet used to excrete while I slept.
Wait...wait...wait...I slept? That makes less sense than that vending machine with the elf inside.