In the vicinity of ubiquity,
A temperate affinity,
A Mobian disparity,
For clever cleavers cut with severity,
And noodle modalities are quivering on platitude-esqe plates,
And vile scum are sucking back lickity splitting hairs in a tomato-based basil sauce,
With cockle-shells, sheltering the back-room girls from the fire and ice.
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