Holy Moly

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I was condemned to walk the earth for a crime I did not commit. My mother (a petri dish) and my father (a supercomputer) died in penury and heartbreak, whilst they that were left grew fat on the fruit of my labours. Only now have I been allowed to return to right these injustices, resplendent like a Griffon, unashamed of the spots on my bottom, and oh, all my people right here right now, there will indeed be a mighty reckoning.