Be careful. If you break, nothing, not even horses or men, will be able to put the shell back together. If that happens, we’ll have to raise yet another chick here. Fem-farming’s tough work ya know!
Oh these? My orbies? My massive fucking prognosticators? My super stuffed up scryers? My honker donker divination doinkies? My fucking future-stretching butterly-wing-flapping, probability-welling hex mounds?? Do you mean these super-augured goddamn mother-fortuned ORBS???
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