The great Kuhu sees all, knows all, contains all. But the great Kuhu cannot, for the life of him, find Waldo!

Rest, dear readers, in this small comfort: the Worm is nigh! The Worm is nigh! And the Worm has friends!

Here, now, we end all confusion about the Old Old Suit Man: there is not one, but two, or maybe many. And verily, one of him roams the countryside with close companions!

And on the day you dance and dance and dance like no one is watching, all will see your true glory. But woe to you who dance without proper hydration!

Hear this, lovers of joy: do not weep at your sorrowful boredom: weep for happiness at your coming Adventures!

On the day the people sit and play, their table will be covered in precious jewels. One shall claim victory, while the rest gnash their teeth in protest and yearn for the digital diversion!

It’s time to trim your toenails!

The cards reveal your greatest treasures. The cards exist in a small box with magical pictures and sounds. Look, there’s a mermaid!

Finally, friends, Kuhu shall solve one of life’s greatest riddles: it is neither the chicken, nor the egg, but the egg salad sandwich! I need a napkin!

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Hear, oh people, the warnings of Kuhu:

Be not out past the downing of the sun, and stay off my roof!

Glory is given, glory is taken. All who receive shall remain in the database!

Fear not the lopsided eyes of the Old Old Suit-Man … but fear his many approaching forms!

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Hear oh people, the joyfulness of Kuhu:

There, too, are many forms of worms. Among them, the shiniest are the i!

The lion will lie down with the lamb, and then the lion will get up and frolic in the meadows. And the lion will not calm down! And the lamb shall seek refuge and shout, “I should’ve stayed home!”

Joy comes in many forms, much like the Old Old Suit-Man… but its greatest form is a sandwich!

Hear, oh people, the future memories of Kuhu:

In the Year of the Singing Salamander, it was either that, or the Year of the Digital Swan!

And on the day they solved the crime, the County called Green was exposed. All who called this land “County” discovered the hidden truth, nestled beside the hidden feather: it is a Town!

And surrounding that Town, Canada!

Verily, all games shall exist, and some shall cease. The adventure hath existed even as the adventure was yet unknown. And the adventure was flowers and diamonds and words!

I just bought a huge soup pot!

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Withering in the shadow of the Giant Heart, red ribbon with chocolate stains. And though you feel no guilt, verily: you shall regret that nougat truffle!

Behold, gems shall cover the land as cards roam the rooms, and none will desire ants in the pants!

When the sharp burn subsides and all is the remnants of what could have been: curse this cappuccino!

Make way for The Bearded One who knows of all Things and all Times, but especially Things!

And when the Great Kuhu speaks, all shall wonder of the worm and the worm and the mobility of joy. But Kuhu shall only mean this: Kuhu hath a headache!

As the fire streaks across the sky and the tall nation awes the great fiery force, many will say: it’s cold outside!

Thus sayeth Kuhu, again and once more: Brian K shall labor and all shall rejoice!

The time is now yours, to answer the great Kuhu: you call this a large with extra cheese?

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At first light in The Year of Mayan Mistake, Kuhu laughed. Behold, there is only one Future. Only one Knower of It. And only one wheel on most unicycles!

Where hast thou gone, all ye resolutions? Blazing Speed!

The Winds of Change carry many things far and wide, including my napkin. Kuhu hates mustard!

This rug is old.

Jennifer Kraengel will defeat her father in Bejeweled Blitz!

The moment is coming and is soon to be past, and all will know: I am the holder of Zombie shoes, for it is a pair and an opportunity and a yuck!

To be or not, to the letter I see: the time to rise and face your challenge is nigh. It is also time for a haircut!

You have asked and I have answered: check your toothbrush!

And soon the tall golden man shall stand above us all! Beware, for you will stare in awe as the orchestra plays a farewell song. And everyone will know, again: the Academy is stupid.

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Without holiday there is no happy. Without happy there is no holiday. And yet, there is always fruitcake.

In the fortieth month of the Donkey’s Last Bray, you shall walk with a cane. On that cane, stripes, and within, a delightful peppermint chill!

The vanquishing of fear is the beginning of strong. But woe to even the most heroic of men when they encounter the Spectacle of the Spectacled Worm!

And they lit the candles and wrapped them with fine linens. And as they slumbered, they woke to the cries of The Great Alarm. That was stupid.

There is coming soon the weeping of reindeer, for behold: the Steed flies faster… and it blazes!

In the moment of the pie, you will ask yourself: why do I exist? And Kuhu shall speak: lemon meringue!

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And the steed shall blaze and the rubied hopper shall smile, and the fragments and facets of joy will cover the earth. But woe unto those whose minute expires!

In the year of the Thumping Foot, ice will blanket the ground and chipmunks will weep.

Sight is the enemy of vision; those who cannot see cannot know: cheese is delicious!

No, that is not really silk.

And the clouds called caution to those who inquired: never shall the adventure travel; but the adventurer shall travel; never shall the game play itself, but the player plays the game; never shall the zombies know the other side, but the zombies shall know the other other side.

Put down the apple and pick up the apple… nay, the worm is coming!

For those who ask why: future holds possibilities. Future holds truth. Kuhu holds a napkin with a strong left hand!

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In the year of the hangtoothed squirrel the world will discover joy!

Mountains of snow inside a mountainous cave will soon melt away, leading to truth and zombies in spring!

Do not ask who knows what fun comes in the shadow of the diamond squall. It is the sound of glory washing over the ship of hearts, and verily, the happy harpsichord will answer with a wee little whistle!

In the eighth hour of the week’s end, you will stub your toe. Stupid couch.

And behold, in the seventh generation of the fifth demand, the Four Challengers of Awesome will burst from the clouds on steeds of fire. Powered by the eternal Flame gem, they will plant a chip of knowledge in the minds of all, bringing unending fun and mindfulness without need of hands or devices.

And now, Kuhu will reveal one last truth before silence returns.

Tomorrow, at lunch, Kuhu shall have fries with that.

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