"Take your brain, it's time to go," advises the Mad Hatter as he adjusts the volume. "We've a reservation for a table for ten on the tabloid rooftop just now. The paparazzi are arriving via zeppelin and I've invited the mind at large, and a Facebook Lazarus for each of us. Do come, my head's free at last! "
The Skeptical Pirates considered the invite but never texted back. Rumors run rampant, but they don't hear a thing.
With the utmost sang-froid she clenched her speech in her left hand like a firelock and assumed a most persuasive angle of incidence. And she spoke, “I can feel the everwater through the crystal sunlight fly with the mindblown priestess in the early twilight.”
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