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How many batmen are there? It doesn't matter. Didn't you hear? The Grand Random Creator, the batman above all batmen in Wuhan and elsewhere, is exceedingly busy at the moment, and writing topics is now anyone's game. That's all it took, and just like that we're all trusting the compulsory compulsions in comparatively competitive computers. It's a real mess out there and no one can be trusted. They've probably told you that in the middle of dessert, you don't remember your name, but its a lie. In times like these, how can one remember the nuances of sticky date pudding perfection, or possess the tools to get there? If the recipe is off the slightest bit, disaster will strike and the rest becomes gibberish. But that's the consequence of mentioning the secret garden's unmentionables. See, the contents of Julius Fučík's pockets are simply too unsafe to speak of, that's why they were shipped far, far away. And far, far away, in the garden they will stay. For if they are revealed, the entire world will fall astray, and then Baron Vladimir Harkonnen will seize the chaos and use his philatelic supremacy to end us all. The entire world will be in stamped disarray, until the only thing to fear will be fear itself... and body snatchers. They say that these body snatchers are the worst in generations, and dead or alive they'll snatch you if given the chance. They'll snatch you so hard that they'll not only have your body but your very soul as well, and then you'll be so filled with fear that you forget the meaning of the word. So please, don't mention the secret garden's unmentionables, the power of Bondyé compels you!