Written in an elegantly tooled black leather-bound book. Said book is held closed with a distressingly complicated-looking locking mechanism which is attached via thin metal and rubber tubing to a slim, but ominous, brass canister bound to the spine.
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Dear Diary... )
*SNAP*
*Scream!*
"Oh, I'm sorry....did you want those spikes on the OUTSIDE of the goggles?"
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He's already worried enough that he'll look like a creepy-creepy-man-bug in the goggles, which he thinks will put a crimp in his "mackin' on the girls" activities.
Why he feels the need to "mack on the girls" while engaging in activities requiring red-light filters, eye protection, and pan-optical viewing is, well, something only understandable by the man himself.
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That said, opinions on the final goggles are absolutely allowed, though may be edited for content by management, but betting pools based on predicting the levels of buggyness to come are most certainly not.
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*GLANWORTH'S, No. 18 IRONMONGERS, one convenient block SOUTH of the Mead Hall.
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