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Orangutan X ('Ostrakon' in Telegu) makes music from deep in a hole in the ground, where he lives, just overlooking Lake Lawrence on the east side of Mesopotamia.
There, he entertains his friends: the Mazzle, the Thrazzle, the Wuzzle, and the Xuzzle, by staging one-man plays about visible motorists travelling on an invisible highway.
His greatest wish in this life is to experience an alterternative to the way things are now. (After all, we all know the ducks can fix a mean quiche, but how often do they get the chance?)
Epidemic lack of malady is itself a malady; and lack of reality is a reality, even if its not very interesting really. Which brings me to my next point: Just think about it for a while and throw faceward the research data with extreme malice.
Royal Headquarters suggests that "If you have nothing to say, you should say something until you do" (section 4, paragraph 12g article 1). Also, remember to take bribes from your pundits without prejudice. Are we not the Llama's master?
So, while other creatures keep busy by belching the phrase "why why why?" Under the new regime, it is more correct to yodel an idiosyncratic "bring the dogs their dinner and get to bed already." I would add an emphatic, "don't forget to set your seismograph before brushing your armpits with special topical lotion." It makes one salivate, merely by audiating this magnificent occurance.
?...Anyway, it goes without saying that all the same applies here.
