Studying Florb...
My family does not respect my devotion to the knowledge of Florb. So many secrets and none to be shared, I grow grey hairs upon my cranium. I sit in my study as I type this, longing to expel the secrets of Florb to someone. unfortunately I can not express my knowledge of Florb for two raisins,
1. There is no one in sight, for my family hath abandoned me, implying that I have indeed surpassed sanity,
and letter B. I ripped out my larynx in an attempt to keep the Florb pleased.
My attempts of this are futile.
I must return to the matter at hand, my chicken hawk grows restless and hungry and my knuckles are now bleeding.
I have barely scratched the surface of Fleeb, Floorb and Florrb.