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- Hold steady dear friends!

Marlon doesn’t disagree with doubters dabbling in discrediting devolution looking no further than the degree of Crapcago’s paciphant system. According to the bylaws and restrictions laid down by the Double Secret Society’s decree that paciphants must move in pods or rove on as rogues. These are patient and keen creatures , they position themselves to opportunities to cast crowd’s constitutions to ensure the maximum populaced places are primed for the most painful moments of pestilents. Resistance is futile to the will of the paciphant’s persuasion; their sole credo consisting of creating a critical craptastical quota for the constituents of their services.

The emotion of elation and euphoria erupts and exits into the ether of a tiny death as the paciphant arrives. Even the slimy smells are supplied, while the particpant slips through the same dance of ceremony and the paciphant slides into the stoppage that is every sixty meters down the street.

To add to the morning, the merry meandering of a buzz buzz makes claim over the calm in an explosion of expletives with erroneous exception to the calm. In a pretension, far proceeding her province, the provider opens her buzz buzz with a sense of pomposity.

-Hullo? Who is this? No, who is this? Frack you, you called me, squawk. I can’t hear you. I’m on the fracking paciphant. Hullo? Oh, Smelly, how are you doing, sweety? Yeah it did end up being a good night. I wreak like the fracking joysticks, tea and the rest of the nightery. No, he is doing fine, I put him in a hackney. Oh him? No I don’ think that I’ll see him again. I just left him this morning. Is it so terrible that I didn’t even leave a note? What did you end up doing with yours? Ha, ha. Really mine is fracking small in the game. Oh, slash, I’m at my stop. I’ll send a message as soon as I get in.

To replace the retinance wreaked by the buzz buzz, a large conveynce pulls up to the paciphant. Much to malign Marlon, further, he marks the conveynce's occupancy the occupancy at one. Disparaging the disposition further, the marauder's dimension spreads, heaving his arms out, meandering them down to the muggajoe he sips at his own leisure.

Seeking away from this usurper, Marlon sees the protuberance of the traveler next to him steal his left arm in her gigantic bosom. The gargantuan glare from the girl’s face is twice offended. Once on occasion of Marlon’s initial onlook; on the occoasion, offended by the opportunity Marlon obliges himself to look away. Somewhere, some soul, marks the situation by releasesing the brown note.

The paciphant presumes its’ recourse, the will of society, the ocean of seas the ocean of storms. An infinite squeak squirms out of the sour sap stuck at the slack; buoyancy seeps inertia in a final salute to reveille, resuming the throng back to normalcy and baptising Marlon with a saturation from the novice paciphant rider who has been nursing his muggajoe.

It is always sunny in Crapcago.