While even the widow who seems related to a sudden onslaught of overdetermined filth is gravely ill in what passes for our survival bunker, my blankety-blank-blank accountant, Jisper Montaigne laughs in a way that most of us in this scene find frankly infuriating.
I'll have you know I paid good money for afternoon piano instruction even after our patio was destroyed in the war. The list I maintain in the Office of Singular Pertinence has been lost to the vagaries of time well spent on behalf of our secret desire to express a mewling contempt for the Paragons of Puffery while obeying a vile drive toward ultimate deforestation of your ass.
The previous sentence was just a figure of speech. If you find yourself becoming upset you will leave me no choice but to kidnap your Aunt who suffers from chronic disassociation. The previous sentence was NOT a figure of speech but was a prevarication for which this writer is deeply ashamed. My total recompense is the only option if I wish to maintain my position in the Current Order.
God |
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