My sons and daughters shall be begat from my superior genes, carefully woven from generations of meticulous breeding betwixt only the most robust and hearty of lovers.

I have come to reap the pollination tax and leave your belly bulging with my heir.

Whatever the case, prithee respond with haste, for I have other queries pertaining to your breeches, various apparel that would look fetching on your delicate frame, alongside an amicable request for you to nibble on brie and other savoury themed victuals with I, as we bask in the gentle summer breeze, gazing wanly at the sky and watching as the clouds morph into glittering constellations, shimmering with a radiant lustre.

Salutations fledgling squire, a matter of grave import has piqued my interest and made contacting you an utmost necessity. Earnestly speaking, what attire are you wearing? Is it a flimsy raiment you don, falling at the seams, or do you cater more to robust garbs, complete with royal Welsh regalia, denoting that you are a man of worth? Furthermore, what is the aroma you convey? Do you bear an aromatic scent that would leave the nostrils flaring in an ecstasy fueled bubble of desire, or is the fragrance that encompasses your very being more subtle, only distinguished and enjoyed when another is interlocked in an intimate embrace?

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