(Abridged) - not by Incharge.
A few years back, a great Diser, from whence we type today, signed the DisProclamation. This Dis was embraced by tens of Mouse Fanatics (heretofore noted as MFers) who posted in earnest while waiting for the passing of the cheese. Alas, we the downtrodden MFers of Dis, continue to wait.
Months later, the life of MFers still sucks - literally and figuratively. Month after month we wait for new, better shows. We languish at decisions of sacrificing Palo for want of a themed dinner.
So here we are to bring attention to what we aren't: satisfied. When Walt teamed-up with Mickey, he gave each and every MFer The Way. What exactly IS The Way, you ask? Easy, Karnac. Just follow the Droppings In Life of the Dear One (you betcha - aka *****). The Droppings were nothing LESS than our inalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of eternal youth. And nothing MORE than mouse poop.
DCL has defaulted on the rights and lefts of each and every MFer. But we will prevail!
Yes, we have come to demand our due. No waiting, if you please. More shrimp. New shows. Cleaner bedspreads. Pre-boarding spa and Palo reservations. Publically poopless little MFers in our pools. Now is time to lift our cruise ship realities over and above the expectations of MFers dwarfed 7-times by the *****.
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Alas, there is more. Yet if I continue, every MFer will surely experience their own dream to praise. So let us jump ahead to the final passage.
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When we let the mouse sing, he sings from every hole starboard and port, bow to stern, officers and crew, passengers and entertainers. Join your MFing hands and rejoice in the words of our redemption:
M - I - C SEE YOU REAL SOON
K - E - Y WHY? BECAUSE WE LIKE YOU!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...