Despite nearly a decade of exposure to our works, and almost complete access to our stores and company; a local clutch has failed to garner our objective.
You, We might have held a lion (as You so proudly recognized) rampant, delicately within our web. We left you your toungue so that you might use it.
These five; in whom we have invested so much of our effort, have let the quarry slip. At last report, he was high atop a mountain; in good, even improving, health. The golden throne casts it eye upon him... and us.
You. We have granted thee wealth, unimpugnable authority, power, mobility, a mighty stronghold, and grips of steel. You might have seduced; but you strangled. This broken, hobbled thing has managed to elude you. His countenance now harries us in corridor and field; leaves of silk have been turned, and MY name is now scribbled in his (thankfully) incoherent notes.
And You, titling; does the Good Doctor have you cowed that you fear to sit with us at our table??? Try again, you have three days.
Bizbow, he's been offered a Branson.
Keep up the good work.
I would attempt to join you but I have an appointment with my masseuse.
Alveiterzein;
Farewell
Repeat after Me "Its only henna"

Odd. just plain odd.

WTF???? Um....dude....they have meds for that shit!