Furnace Freighter

The funneling mass frothed forth like a flowering birth in organic flaps lapping plasenta bloom, sir. Aye, gushing the gyre of hers span like willy mountain smooth skinny dip the slinky goes wanky as she went forth, the forces at hand were pointing towards calamity, clean potholes, rain water disaster orgasmic gala park.

Ah, yes, the thought is rare. That of one of the roaring air, thundering space collossal and inexorable. Here we are again, reverberating in the face of the flapping fallanges that grope the air.

Once again I say yes, lo and behold, from truth to lie, near and far - always the same is the stink of the rotting fish.
What is then to say of Aves, her mighty feathers plucked, the sick thing mangy.

And so here then once again we stand, as dwarves, united upon the silver shores of the data mines incarnate. Yes, it is to you then that I say yes a third time as I sing to you as Snow White dwarves do!

"Hi-ho hi-ho and off to work we go! Trala-lala! Trala-lala! Hi-ho hi-ho!"