Odium Chassis, Me
Mill income for moral expatriates! Arisen from a common puny mind: surrender'd they to profitable hates; such earthly troves did they do hope to bind.
«Have you got a firm hold on that one yet?» our dim man from down south bellow'd aloud, «Make him an offer that he can't but let!» «Incoming!» shrieked another, «Dodge that cloud!»
Curious! From afar did swing a mass in dimensions resembling three great hordes decidedly portentious, surely crass. «Eureka!» cried the third, «Look! Big fat gourds!»
Unfortunately, these were filled with death! «Surprised?» gasped one. «Nay!» another's dying breath.
(Originally posted on Thursday, July 17, 2003.)