& God said

In a fit of fast flirting with red hot Debra, Cyril found he had success written all over his spondiferous laden chops. God had laid open his path to a good bit of appleover and he, Cyril, the man, the legend, couldn't have been happier had he won on the lottery whilst cycling down Mam Tor in Auntie Bettie's pink pants. It was a bloody triumph and he was going to milk it for all it was worth.

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