Nobody Expects the Empirical Inquisition!
In a secret office somewhere in Runovia, a grey-bearded gentleman in a white lab coat applied his ruler to the screen of a television set.
"Uhuh! They call themselves the Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain. It's a lie! That instrument on the far right is distinctly un-ukelele-like. This is a job for the Empirical Storm Troopers."
Oh, the fools. If only they'd used one of these...
"Uhuh! They call themselves the Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain. It's a lie! That instrument on the far right is distinctly un-ukelele-like. This is a job for the Empirical Storm Troopers."
Oh, the fools. If only they'd used one of these...
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