My dears, I came to report my latest vision from the Orb regarding a play about a horse, but I find myself perplexed. The Orb has been covered by a pair of jockey shorts. Perhaps I must rest.
"She met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you'd be just the same, just as strange, just as -- as -- [br][i]abnormal[/i] -- and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed wi