
Praise "Bob"!
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When you EXPECT nothing, you GET nothing, and the Glorps are held in contempt not just by the Slackmaster but by the Yacatisma who are their true masters! They laugh at the Word of "Bob," or stare like CATTLE, and like cattle they exist only to consume and they will be CONSUMED! The Master of Slack is one in a thousand. All around him are the evil Glorps who wallow in the gutter of Normality, who oppress the Slackmaster like FETTERS on a FELON! Strike them off! They will be annihilated by the great stalking Heads on X-Day! Remember, a VACUUM always FINDS ITS OWN LEVEL! Glorps are genetically incapable of understanding that the miraculous Janor Device, even in the face of THOUSANDS of False Jesii, will be part of that stark fist of RETRIEVAL, coming SOON, that will be taken up in the Saucers! Praise that Master of Slack! As a Slackmaster you are Blessed! Yes, that One True Yeti Mate is yours for the TAKING. The Master of Slack - and this is true of ANY Slackmaster - SPITS in the FACE of Cthulhu and the leechlike Hell-Bikers from Space. Yes, he KNOWS the Luck Plane. Praise "Bob!"
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Does this make NO SENSE to you?
Is this your first exposure to the Word of "Bob"?
Maybe you need to learn MORE. It depends on how you react to these electronically generated yet DIVINELY AUTHENTIC spews of TRUTH. Did you find them meaningless and annoying, or strangely compelling?