| Spadix was formed from a seething mass of web debris, gathered over several millenia, and finally given two aspirin, never to return. We ache yearningly for a time when all dreeps are froobs, some froobs are freebs, and when some dreeps are neither froobs nor freebs. Although I think this may have already happened, and we were out at the nut-shop at the time.
Culturally, we answer to nobody, but if nobody calls when we are out, we may be reached by holding one finger in the air and chanting "Just a moment, Your Majesty, my fruitcake is nearly done" to the tune of "Amazing Grace" in the vague direction of Eastbourne.
Is anyone else a bit warm...?
Updated: June 1, 2010
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