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The talking, squawking camel

Reinstated on August 15, 1999.

Continuing my never-ending search for the Englebee Troobles, I happened upon the city of Cairo, in Egypt. The camel told me to go there. The talking, squawking camel. I looked upon the city’s famous palettes of pure gold, coated with mud and dirt of a thousand years past, all before me and everyone else.

I became ill, after trying to sleep outdoors, alone with the noise of those incessant screaming stars. I puked up my guts, including much of my pancreas, I think. A star named Bellatrix, damned warrioress, screamed the loudest—it seems this was the brightest star from the point of view of the golden-paletted city of Cairo.