just a bit of stream of conscious nonsense that seeped out onto the keyboard...

it has come to our attention that in cases of extreme cold, the above mentioned outfit of gentlemen is not at all prepared. in light of this, we have sent eleven separate camels to be delivered on the eve of the 15th of june. When these camels arrive, we kindly ask that you not try to smoke them, as they will not know what to make of it, and might develop some sort of mood disorder to go along with their already obvious daddy issues. The camels will arrive by ship, and will be taken immediately to the nearest town, where they will be treated like royalty and sodomized accordingly. From this treatment, the outfit will be able to tell which camels are more better suited for the operation. When said camels are picked out, a large billowing puff of sparkles will whisk out of the sky, carrying in it's clutches, four naked and writhing succubi. the succubi will thrash their way to the ground and, deformed and crippled by the three hundred foot fall, will drag their useless and distorted bodies toward the outfit, yowling in screeching inhumane voices, "LETS HAVE A SEXLESS RELATIONSHIP." When this occurs, the chosen camels shall rise up and finally, being caught up in an endless paradigm of existence, will implode upon themselves, then die and be reborn perpetually infinitely in a constant flurry of sparks and explosions in that exact spot, until the end of time. And of course we always appreciate the outfits' patience with the blistering cold, know that soon the company will send you some much needed camels.