the archduke of our archipelago presently asked for a map of his own toilet, but seeing as its opulent construction had daunted even the very engineers who built it -- they had soiled themselves in the process -- the archduke was likely to be yet more confused upon the map’s receipt.
he had only wanted to secure knowledge of the whereabouts of his royal mother; she was either in the aquarium or perhaps upon the hotplate usually reserved for the magnificent reptiles (hailing originally from larger philadelphia), who had just traveled south for a lengthy capetown sojourn. both the aquarium and hotplate were housed within the lavatory, but for the life of him he could not remember where. if his mother had not been so deftly camouflaged -- in her hot reactionary youth, she had been trained at the school of americas -- surely the archduke would have seen her cooing with a noted tuscan bureaucrat behind the triassic ferns.
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