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He talks in a deep, slow voice much akin to Karloff and Wells.  Words fill your ears that you cannot hear.  Emotions fill your cheeks that you cannot feel.  Notions of Chaos and Evil that would pass by you so easily, fail to now.  Sights grotesque are left invisible.  He speaks of a plot so horrible, so ugly, none of you can comprehend.

Why even bother writing those words.  You don't need to read them.  Instead I'll explain them through a hypothetical baked into a metaphor.

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