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Yea, Nikolas in the tesstingge halle, yea, he in the pappier, tasting, growling, the wailord, it rumbling it head but bit but bit. The Nikolas in the house in the paster in the hut! One, two, again the crash, the grugurgurgrugru, the wailord! From the sea from the moon from the Earth from the sky the Nikolas in the snail the carp the reed the chirp-chirp lashing ink like the tides whipping cold the foam the Nikolas in the heavens in the lit in the wailord.