The Eighth Day of the Seventh Month of the New Millenium Plus Four

LO! HEARKEN! EATETH OF TOO MANYETH HAYSEEDS HATH THEE!

THY MUSTETH POOP IN A JAR!

BRINGETH THEE A POOP VESSEL AT ONCETH!

THY APPETITE FOR HAYSEEDS KNOWETH NO BOUNDS BUT LO! IT ART GREAT FIBRE!

THIS ART POWERFUL!

WHERE ART THINE POOP VESSEL? HURRYETH!

oh deareth, too-eth late....