User:SashiRolls

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Dig into the diffs^TM behind the wikied bits in the Gogolian Gnarledge Graaf, then breathe gently through anyone's nose upon the frozen words¹ you find. You may smell:

barking dogs,
howling hounds,
nine (or more!) ghosts of Socks the cat
& four parking-lot ponies being flogged by the faux-nez writers of the apocalypse.²

(expurgated from the Guide)

This userbox is crooked.

Speaker's notes

¹ Rabelais, "Paroles gelées", 1552.

En plein mer, nous banquetant, grignotant, devisant, et faisant beau et court discours...
Le pilot feist responce : Seigneur, de rien ne vous effrayez. Icy est le confin de la mer glaciale,
sus laquelle feut au commencement de l’hyver dernier passé grosse & felonne bataille
entre les Arispammiens & les Nephelibarres.

² Sales & Cruft, The Hummingbird Wobblies, 2023.

Their wings make up to seventy edits to the air per second.