Daisy

Thanks to vandals my bonkers testament in correspondence looks like waves of genetic material [I am very (emphasis) hygienic] peppering a backlit monitor with countless numbers of my addictive, highly cooperative thoughts ratio to popping greetings.

Here we go! As a result we took the entire mess from the book. Then placed the whole U.S. Army under the floor to the Whitehouse.

Why? To establish a routine in regards to conflicts with the 365,000 dragon already at home.

Ground Branch. Imagine it’s a large rabbit. Big feet. Bulky and compacted only to store gear and animals so as not to tire the spring pressing rounds into the firearm.

Place all three. PRC. Army. GB under the white house and wait many many times.

At some point, each President will hear mad thumping while attempting policy.

Then, the crescendo carries him, them through it.

Daisy, I must say. Figuratively, this is an intriguing solution.

POST-SCRIPT:

Special Edge: “You know what’s great about that? Rabbits have unlimited ‘thumps.’”

OO: “You know what I’d bet? Each one is a strike.”

Special Edge: “Hah-hah! Against the reptile.”

OO: “Snake conclusion: this guy’s good.”

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