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Whereas I am invigamous! Without you @Mr_Iron, I would never have cause to use words like 'slouchant'. Or 'gloominous'. Or 'miserite'.

Do we quake when the lamps are lit, @Mr_Iron? Are we afraid of candles? Don't answer that. My point is profundant: light is no enemy.

I hear April's latest project is a musical instrument. How petrifying. I trust you will defend us, @Mr_Iron. Some sort of bombard, perhaps.

How dare you, @Mr_Iron! I am a predicateur of pericoperies! Unlike some, I do not fear the polysyllable! You scribble, sir; I scribe!

My dear, scrivenoidal @Mr_Iron, riots are antics. Mere exuberances! The pen is mightier than the sword. Or, in this case, the bomb.

An insufficiency of Vake attacks, lately. Have London's diligious monster-hunters scared it off? A cheer for our peligin heroes!

Dear @GraciousWidow, @Mr_Wines. One. All. Goodnight!

It is rare we have the change to engage is such good-hearted bantery.

Anyway. It is time to go. Thank you one and all, for speaking, for listening, for asking. This has been a delight.

You may not be familiar with the word "decorite". It is ancient. It means, of course, courticous. Possessed of polititude.

But remain decorite! @Mr_Wines, that means you!

Answer that one, my friends.

"Specifically, I speak of bearing offspring."

"Regarding those unfortunates who have died and returned: are they able to bear life from bodies that have once died?"

Our time has flown. We must depart. We have many duties, many hobbies. But perhaps first...just a small one:

"Can either of you tell us anything of your dreams?"

A final question, my dears. And an excellent one. Be revealing. Be generous. Be oneirious:

A diversatory is required, or we will be equinorised all evening.

Another! "Compared to what I remember of the Surface, the animals here seem much more talkative. Is it something in the water, you suppose?"

But I have a broad spectrum of emotion. Many of which are recognisable, in the right light.