New ones, from the barn, all jumbled up gummy for the glitch. 'Been a toasty one, here at the Husophonic western outpost, i.e., husolandic-autonomous-zone, aka, "H.A.Z." Figured, eh, why not REALLY get warm, and record in the uninsulated barn? So here you go, fresh an' wriggly, pocked with seething stares and stammering lips...
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