In conclusion, many whales of the sub-species "Wonka" are known to prowl the streets of Kiev in the early dusk. The reason for such behavior is easily derived from the average net (not gross) weight of a half-eaten box of "gummy-orcs."
Greetings, Sym! How are You? I'm fine, thank You. Would you like another sausage? Yes, and by all means give the bill to Pirre. (whatareallthesedisgustinghairsdoingon ME?)
I've finally moved my tower to a location known only to me! You can't find it, I know you can't, you trouble-maker. No one knows where it is. I have paid the price for this move, and it's been well worth it, yes very well worth it. Can you guess what this is:
It's my tower, silly. You can't see it, you can never see it. It's mine.
I can see you. I can see every devious move you make. Don't deny it. I know everything. Nine times is a terrible way to go. Where are my slippers? Bring them to me, or I shall smite thee with a blast of energy. AAAAaaaaaaaauuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh! I can't feel my tentacles, I've lost all feeling in them! Slipping slowly into the pond. The sharp crack as the last branch snaps.
Hi. Pleased to meet you. Have a seat, please. Thank you. The vivisectionist will be with you in a moment.
I see you. I'm watching you. Every movement I observe. I see it all. Watch your step as closely as I do. All in all, sheep make good pets.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Turn around. Are you scared yet? You should be. I know the terrible secret of the universe, and it would liquefy your brain. One plus one is eleven. Except after "e."
So long. Catch you on the flip side. Hasta los huevos. Hasty bananas. Red bananas. Red bandanas. Tight bandanas. Tight drums. Loud drums. Loud screaming. Infernal screaming. Infernal chaos. Everlasting chaos.
Chaos is All! (that the world needs to be destroyed.)
Politically correctly yours,