Pepper Up the Defenses. We're Going Into the World.

Well, eventually it's imperative to hit, no, address: the top level stuff.

Real high test byline, unrelated to fashion and fortune. Advantage? Us, if plied and plied well. The facts stand fairly unrepentent. It's us against the world. It can and will be so when you're soft around the middle. You get born that way no one wishes it on you and it's hard to imagine doing it on your own. You're all checked out of the wrong docked jitty. Slap that dog. I've talked him down and around. Glasses high on up, for we will not hesitate to talk their language!

Stream of invective in rebuke of the stares certainly meant to make us feel unattractive: You are unattractive in fact! How unattractive you are makes you lash your crocus around at me. Hear me say these words! They are the truth so help our cause!

Don't spare your energy. They need to know this club plays big boys.

Unstable repelling commentary up along the fortifying defense in which the jealous guard their most precious secrets. So Deep: Well halloa. Halloa to you, pinch hitter. Your confidence is strongly and wrongly divined and I did call you ditched with my body language. All of my inheritance is dedicated to your smithereened sense of purpose, bubble tail. Lose the grin, it's least becoming.

Be Aware,
Doctor Eight