"Reginald," enquired Lady Farninbourgh, "why have you brought me to the Royal Gardens?"
"Well, as the wind blows through the leaves," replied Sir Reginald Bucksbury, "it can only be mirrored by the true beauty of your face. And, as I realise this beauty betwixt me sheer lack of realisa- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"
Aliens then raped their faces
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