And Eiseemi answered.
Eiseemi Laxi: I thought it was a Granny's Curdle Pie. Oh that little skeleton...
Stejar Strahl: Yes, it was like a hurdle in the wind.
Deer Troat: The conundrum unanswered will let you debate whilst bannered.
Eiseemi Laxi: Pricket!
Deer Troat: Huzzah! I didn't ask the question yet. Concentrate or get the gate.
What is it? It is loud and tall, coloured like the sky and shouts: "Squash is the mother of celluloidica!"
Eiseemi Laxi: It must be a...
Stejar Strahl: No! Don't answer! I know it. It is "Deep Blue Sea".
Eiseemi Laxi: What?
Deer Troat: The Wrong answer. The right answer is searching for the fisher's father.
Focus and pocus, the oculi opens!
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And so it begins again. Excellent!
[Wanders off for a few moments]
So that's what a pricket and a troat are. Well, I never knew that.
Hurrah!
As incomprehensible (yet verging on the very edge of sense) as ever.
Ah, the loyal fans of the Superlon, thank you for your words :)
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