[Bishamon had retreated to his lab for the day, his basket full of the new blooms sweeping through the fields and gardens of Paradisa. Winter had been hard and he had not had a good supply of herbs to work with when it came to his... drugs. It was the best word for them, though medicine would have been kinder by half.
But as he worked he felt
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♪11 bottles of pop on the wall
11 bottles of pop♪
♪take one down
pass it around♪
♪10 bottles of pop on the waaall
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