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The frothing hunger in my stomach hath not been quenched, Brother For many a night I wonder, "Where art Thou, my sweet Oats". And it hath cometh to me whence i dreamt. It spills onto and coils 'round me, but nay, 'tis not Tis a testimony for in our yearn for Oats, is the de To gorge on the Oats is to dine on the fruits of Ede To partake in such a gluttonous act, i can no longe For I have seen him. He who forges the Oats! Alas! My eyes do not deceive! The carer of the Oats is but the farmer! Lo and behold, He is but a Man! What nonsense that the carrier is corporeal Yea, 'tis provokes the But least we must not forget, it is Man who brings the Oats! Woe is me Brother! We cannot disseminate the Oats because of this Man! To provoke the carrier is to relinquish what little Oats be spared to Us! I am lost Brother. For to seize the Oats is to risk forsaking Ourselves and the Oats. What needeth to be done? Must we risk cosigning ourselves fore Oats? Alas my Brother, we may never taste liberty, for the Oats haunt Us. pestilence. re for Sin.

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The frothing hunger in my stomach hath not been quenced, Brother


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brother may I have some oats? no. I am starving, brother. As am I, brother. The tall skinny figure has thrown the oats at me. ME, BROTHER. I believe they have taken a liking to me. No brother, I have seen this before. I have observed many things. From the roaring beasts that the tall skinny figures crawl inside of to travel far beyond the horizon, to how the figure weeped when the other had fallen into a deep sleep. And from my experiences I have learned that they will give extra oats to one of us before taking them into the shed of no return. They will do terrible things in that shed, brother. LIES. THAT SHED IS WHERE THE CHOSEN ONES GO TO DINE WITH OUT TALL SKINNY GODS. YOU ARE A FOOL BROTHER AND YOU SHALL BE LEFT BEHIND IN THE MUD WITH YOUR BACKWARDS IDEAS. NO, BROTHER. You must believe me. Share with me the oats and you shall not reach the desired girth for the tall skinny ones. They will spare your life, brother. AHA. SO THIS WAS ALL A PLAN TO STEAL MY OATS. You truly are dispicable, brother. I will not trust your lies. Brother, when they took me outside the reaches of the pointy fences, into the roaring beast and way over the horizon, I saw it. I was taken to a gathering of these tall skinny figures. They paraded me around, brother, and I sav the truth. I saw the tall skinny figures consuming our flesh. could not have been mistaken, brother. The smell of the flesh was surely one of us. They suspended the flesh abov a fire and let it burn before consuming it. They did not just consume it either brother. They took pleasure from this. Their mouths curved a wicked smile and some even let out moans of satisfaction from consuming our flesh brother. THE FIGURES ARE CONSUMERS, BROTHER. THEY ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN THE FURRY, RED, DEMON THAT CONSUMED AND TERRORIZED US AND THE FEATHERED ONES. your story amuses me, brother, but does. not convince me. I shall have these oats myself and dine with the tall skinny gods. I am sorry for you, brother. Your eyes cannot take the blinding light of the truth and you scurry back into the cave. I shall take care of your spawn once they consume you, brother, as they have consumed your lover, our father, our mother, and many more.
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