SPAMCAPITAL OMEGA: THE REMAKE OF THE REMAKE OF THE SPAM

[The Dork Lord]

"Bear but a touch of my hand there," said the Spirit, laying it
upon his heart, "and you shall be upheld in more than this!"

 

[The Dork Lord]

As the words were spoken, they passed through the wall,
and stood upon an open country road, with fields on either
hand. The city had entirely vanished.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Not a vestige of it was to be seen. The darkness and the
mist had vanished with it, for it was a clear, cold, winter
day, with snow upon the ground.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"Good Heaven!" said Scrooge, clasping his hands together,
as he looked about him. "I was bred in this place. I was
a boy here!

 

[The Dork Lord]

The Spirit gazed upon him mildly. Its gentle touch,
though it had been light and instantaneous, appeared
still present to the old man's sense of feeling.

 

[The Dork Lord]

He was conscious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected
with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares long, long, forgotten!

 

[The Dork Lord]

"Your lip is trembling," said the Ghost. "And what is that upon your cheek?"

 

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