Pay heed children, to the soul-shattering visage of our grand Lord Inglip! For he is the Godhead of eternal darkness, whom reveals to us his commands through the malignant artifact known as reCAPTCHA! Talk to Inglip! You'll get bonus points if you respond to any captcha you get, rather than refreshing until something interesting pops up. So here I go. "My lord, what do you demand of us, your humble desciples?" ARE STWEENT "Who, my lord? WHO HAVE BEEN STWEENT?" MPLYCOO PROFIENCY "My lord, are you sure? Our cult has eliminated Mplycoo Profiency decades ago. If they have been stweent, that means they must have regained their former power! How is that possible, my lord?" MANTSNJ GONDOLAS "The traitor! This calls for retribution, Mantsnj Gondolas must be dealth with at once! What course of action do you suggest, my lord?" ZERO RAREANS "An excellent punishment indeed, my lord. Mantsnj Gondolas will receive zero rareans this month. Due to his condition, his internal organs will begin to boil if he doesn't receive his monthly rareans!"
Ok, here goes: "My lord, what is thy bidding?" HUGE NYWORKLE "A nyworkle has been spotted? We shall hunt it down, no matter its size!" PESSPO CUP "Of course milord. I shall inform Pessbo to bring his cup, how else can we collect the blood!" RASTEMNZ PAIN "Rastemnz is injured?! But he's our best nyworkle hunter! This is going to be a challenge if he cannot join us." MARY LAYMBHR "Of course Lord Inglip! We shall allow Mary to fill in for Rastemnz! We shall return victorious!"
