Yaldabaoth and Morrigan
Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun looked exceedingly pleased with himself as he was nestled in the arms of Morrigan the Irish Celtic goddess of war.
The year was 1955.
The place Monte Carlo.
And Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun had been cleaning up at the roulette tables.
House management had become concerned.
Unfortunately their regular house detective had been killed in a shoot out last month involving the American CIA, the Soviet KGB, the IRA (Irish Republican Army), the California Harper Valley PTA (Parent-Teachers’ Association) and the American IRS (Internal Revenue Service).
The IRS must have emerged the winner.
Because the IRS operative put a hand in the house detective’s pocket, pulled out a stone and squeezed blood out of the stone into a jar (that had a piece of paper written on the jar’s outside saying For Uncle Sam).
After an hour the stone no longer cosmologically or…
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