“The jumble will waking when the virtual krulls.”

It’s their fault. The Krogans weren’t supposed to tanct with our prophecy. We should have had more combadats to watch out for those glorip mushards. The Washnips will not stand to have our sigides taken away by this thievery. The prophet will face those low luggards and get our tremites back. The prophecy has to be perfect. Our greatness will rise and ambast the Krogans forever. That will teach them.

But where is he? We’ve searched all over the bulero we own and there’s no sign of him. He couldn’t have also been thieved by those bulero lubbers! His temp! Of course! The last place I look, but his body’s on the floor, and the writure on the wall in his blood. It couldn’t be another prophecy, but if it is, I need to warn everyone. The jumble will waking when the virtual krulls.