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Seriously, dude, that whole article was a ms. found in a timewarp. Positively Victorian. Colonel Blashfforde-Snype and his intrepid spaniel Stigg, amongst the Giant Pygmies of Beckhorrst, as recalled by Captain Gladys Stoutpamphlett. Wiggy.
What, ho! Couldn’t agree more, what!
I love how the Colonel had to preface his statement with “I was sober at the time…”
He must be one of those old school explorers.
What, ho! Couldn’t agree more, what!