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While the others tear down posters, Joferik once more asks all of them. "She seems like a qt3.14. What is her name?"

Joferik rubs his hands together. "She looks like a qt3.14. What is her name?"

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Joferik reads the bull and cares, though for some reason he begins to wish less people were bellends.

A letter appears often about the roads, tree-trunks, and assorted cities of Anthos. A letter is sent to the Grand-King's desk. Raevir Ruskans to the Dwarven Grand-King! O king, Dwarven devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Iblees himself. What the devil kind of knight are you, that can't slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil excretes, and your army eats. You will not, you son of a *****, make subjects of Raevir sons; we've no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, **** your mother. You Malinorian scullion, Dwarven wheelwright, brewer of the bad-lands, goat-fucker of Adunia, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Salvus, Orcish pig, Delver thief, catamite of Trog, hangman of the sewers, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before Godanistan, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our ****. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unblessed brow, screw your own mother! So the Raevir declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding the Creator's pigs. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!

Joferik would not bother with the bird, now that he has himself a supplier already. Joferik smiles with satisfaction, returning to his shop and ceasing all handing-out of fliers.