Don't get me started about the bloody post!

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...Ahem...
On an afternoon two strangers perchance to meet...so, what? It sounds like a poem they made you read in high school! But what if I told you this
Chance Encounter was between a lowly cultist walking home from the dry-cleaners and a Serpentman Demagogue out for his mid-day stroll! Unbelievable! Inconceivable! Sounds less like a poem now doesn't it?
See! The swampy and secluded spot. Would anyone hear the screams? Was anybody around...I did say it was secluded right?

See! The cunning and inhuman leader of a deadly serpent cult taking the air. What was that tune he was humming?

See! The cleanest robes around. At $1.50 for a dry-clean! And they smelled of lavender...aaah!

The stage, it seemed, was set...for murder! Who would prevail in this mano-a-snako battle? What was everyone else doing? Did Uncle Mike use more exclamation points than were needed...or in fact allowed by the simple 'rules of grammar'?
More soon!
