To the sheeple who waddled their white, fluffy bums around to the barn the other night:
Had you taken this much interest in those around you before now, you would not need to skulk in shadows to eavesdrop on ducks. Really, it's indecent of you. All you succeed in doing is forcing those you have neglected, ignored even, to find other ways to live their lives without you.
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