Hold on tight, you crazy wagon wheel eater! The time is nigh, the days are right, the sun and moon, and Iona are coming into alignment... The pull of the universe shall be just right, and foom! All of a sudden you shall find yourself in a land where people frown, there is no humour, and the language is the startling sound of high Dutch. Fall to your knees woman! Beg for mercy, for this event shall be known to all of the world as the day, the day which is 39 days away. What do you say? Hey hey hey? I will not go to the bay, for fear my clothes shall fray, Oi-vay. Goodday.
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Hold on tight, you crazy wagon wheel eater! The time is nigh, the days are right, the sun and moon, and Iona are coming into alignment... The pull of the universe shall be just right, and foom! All of a sudden you shall find yourself in a land where people frown, there is no humour, and the language is the startling sound of high Dutch. Fall to your knees woman! Beg for mercy, for this event shall be known to all of the world as the day, the day which is 39 days away. What do you say? Hey hey hey? I will not go to the bay, for fear my clothes shall fray, Oi-vay. Goodday.
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