Apparently the delicacy in my laundry basket was not my socks. It was one of my shirts. A shirt that was, till this time, in quite good condition. And one of my favorites, too. It is now fit only for use in religious services. Seeing as how holey it is. Little bastard fucks! Why couldn't they have eaten one of my black shirts. I have a surfeit of black shirts. Maybe they don't taste as good.
Little bastards.
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Little bastards. Why do they go for the good stuff?
It turns out that they are made of 60% evil. Who knew? (Other than the encyclopedia, obviously.)
Just watch it. Those encyclopedias are made of more evil than they are willing to let on.
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