Vogons

I discovered yesterday morning that a moat was being dug around my abode. My internet access was the first casualty.

I've decided to share some Vogon poetry to mark the occasion...

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"Oh freddled gruntbuggly/thy micturations are to me/As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes. And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"

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I hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did.