We got our act together and showed we have a lot of starch.
Nobody is going to get the best of us when we have guile, treacherie, and secrecy on our side.
Someone upstairs is very pleased with our work. He called it our "labor of love."
We do the wet work, as they say in CIA circles.
If someone is hitting us on the head, we tear his arm off. Justice.
Remember not to share Twitter names outside the fellowship. You know what we do to squealers.
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