Yoghurt For Thou! These were the cuts from the Yoghurt-bateria-based epic I am writing that were cut by the cutter things.
Bi Hag shivered involuntarily and the eggs fell out of her chewing box. I have today converted to Zen Paganism, and committed to spend the next week living inside a suitcase and thinking about moustache glue. Without eggs, or harnesses, or cruttle pupes, or -