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therefore, you do not exist." This fails to shut them up so if
they continue to talk we beat the crap out of them and leave
them for dead.

Then there are those who say that since they have received
enlightenment they no longer believe they need to participate
in the public orgies. This makes perfect sense to us and we are
sympathetic to their feelings. They seem to like living a more
simple isolated existence where it is just a small nuclear family
living together and somehow expressing their sexuality as
intimacy with a single mate and non-sexual intimacy with other
family members and friends, rather than as animal urges
expressed in indiscriminate public orgies. As disgusting as this

sounds to us, we still respect them, hold them as brothers and
sisters in our hearts and pity them. We try not to let them
touch us, however, as that would be just too disgusting. There
is no honor in prudishness.

Gnurdleigh’s favorite story of his youth was of an epic legend
of a place far, far, far, far away where they had the most

delicious beer in the universe. No one had ever actually been
there, but they would tell of great stories they had heard. A
place where the clearest, cleanest lager to the thickest and
darkest stout were available by the barrel for reasonable
prices. The women were gorgeous, well-endowed, soft, always
half-drunk and completely ready-for-action. The men were
friendly, generous, and didn’t mind sharing their beautiful
women. Apparently men who are surrounded by beautiful,

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