The battlespace is conquered, please. Call back Ba’al. The Mister! Huah! Fight. Flee. Or die

The Minister perished shortly of heart failure thereafter.

Dear Taya,

I’m much like Michael Scarn and Holly, a dork who qualified for the cup and can be overly silly. To a fault, as two voicemail gags attracted broadcasters who soon will face the chsllenge of besting the hundred meter rule.

Not another.

In all seriousness, I have value and aspirations but if you say vacuum “sweeper boy,” I’ll suck him dry and ask “Dyson. Animal?”

Sleep well most assuredly full of your own and blessings