SPAMCAPITAL OMEGA: THE REMAKE OF THE REMAKE OF THE SPAM

[The Dork Lord]

Scrooge had observed this change, but never spoke of
it, until they left a children's Twelfth Night party, when,
looking at the Spirit as they stood together in an open
place, he noticed that its hair was grey.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"Are spirits' lives so short?" asked Scrooge.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"My life upon this globe, is very brief," replied the Ghost.
"It ends to-night."

 

[The Dork Lord]

"To-night!" cried Scrooge.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"To-night at midnight. Hark! The time is drawing near."

 

[The Dork Lord]

The chimes were ringing the three quarters past eleven at that moment.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask," said
Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit's robe, "but I see
something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding
from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?"

 

[The Dork Lord]

"It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it," was
the Spirit's sorrowful reply. "Look here."

 

[The Dork Lord]

From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children;
wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable.

 

[The Dork Lord]

They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!" exclaimed the Ghost.

 

[The Dork Lord]

They were a boy and girl.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish;
but prostrate, too, in their humility.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Where graceful youth should have filled their features out,
and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled
hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and
pulled them into shreds.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Where angels might have sat enthroned,
devils lurked, and glared out menacing.

 

[The Dork Lord]

No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any
grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has
monsters half so horrible and dread.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Scrooge started back, appalled.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they
were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather
than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"Spirit! are they yours?" Scrooge could say no more.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them.
"And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers.