I know you all worry about Cazaluff, her being of Viking descent and all. When you see her in the horned helmet and that you’d be forgiven for thinking that she’d be a bit of a maniac. But, I was round at her place for breakfast the other morning and as I was crunching on me honey-nut cornflakes this is the view I was enjoying from her dining room window.
Surprisingly tasteful. (And so were me cornflakes).

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