My snakes don't love me, they worship me. I am a giant and the giver of all things good. I am know by many names in the universe of the snake room.
the giver of food,
the remover of waste,
the keeper of heat,
the holder of the liquid
mostly just sssssssssssssssssssssssss! (no upper case letters here, I am just a minor god)
All things come from me as long as the yearly offering of eggs is made. There are rumors between the racks that if the proper offering is not made, the offenders tend to disappear only to emerge again in the afterlife as apparel for said god.
Hilarious!! Thnx for the laugh.
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*Jeanne*
"To acquire knowledge, one must study; but to acquire wisdom, one must observe"