jhwtrudyfgmewjfjdemkdkfdfskl (and much gibberish

jhwtrudyfgmewjfjdemkdkfdfskl (and much gibberish was spoken that day...)

jrerudylovedfslktrudysjftenderlyski (and much gibberish was whispered feverishly...)

"There there," said Nurse Trudy as she wiped their feverish brows, "I'm not sure what you're saying. I think you may be just a teensy bit delirious. I'll call Dr. Feelgood."

Dr. Feelgood sauntered into the patient's room wearing a tie-dye Grateful Dead shirt and crescent moon shaped sunglasses. "The doc is in the building," he purred as he struck

Arduin Prestaigne across the face. Arduin trasmuted his anger into a sigil to be deployed later. For now, he mocked Dr. Feelgood's faux hippie garb. "Doctor, have you seen the days

of paisley & fringe in the 60's? These aren't those days." Arduin began to sob.Dr. Feelgood realized his patient was mentally ill so he called psychiatrist Dr. Needlepoop for help.

Dr. Needlepoop abrasingly tried to get Dr. Feelgood to admit he wasnted to have relations wife his hot mother, who happened to also be Jacob's mom. Then the door blew up right in

His face when his mum found out and sent Dr. Feel-good to Coventry and Dr. Needlepoop to Manchester. Jacob and his mum stayed in London. This started the Civil Wars once again.

The Loyalists gather at Luton while we neither gathered nor knew the meaning of the word. Having already been in a civil war recently, we knew what to expect: the unexpected.

But, in reality, any and all gatherings dwindled to nothing more than a casual passing and nodding, it wasn't at all what any of us had expected, but it was history and so were we.