Well, yes. Things in the Black Mansion have been a bit irregular, but that's to be expected in this foul locale. The irregular is de rigueur in this horrid hamlet. This, my dear readers, is Texas. All y'all should just recall that soma y'all are could someday find y'all's selves in Texas, and that's why we keep up this public service. Something wicked this way wanders and even under the waning moon we're haunted by a woman wailing for her demon... Oh, wait. Those aren't demons. Those are just the average residents of this vile ville. So, with no further ado about our nothings, we give you a musical diversion:
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