“Usses are only to brung the deadses. Twids usn’t approve of ’stakes being missed,” one of the creatures says shrilly. “Missing ’stakes aren’t the worsest of our oblems-prob.” “Eps and yesses. Mistakens usn’t our aults, f’s or any other. Sister One asks usses to brung her here.” “Asks or notses, Sister Two will hang usses by our necks! No iving-lees are to be brunged. No breathers or talkeresses. None, none, none!”
Why do I like this so much. My brain has officially fried trying to read it
