JEDI "ALL-KNIGHT-LONG" ZAPHOD BEEBLEBROX IS SAID¹ TO BE "COOLER² THAN AUNT BERU'S BLUE-MILKSHAKE'S DURING A BLIZZARD ON HOTH!" [¹ SAID BY HIMSELF EXCLUSIVELY! ] [² TEMPERATURE REFERS TO THE OUTSIDE OF TAUNTAUN'S STEAMY INNARDS ONLY! ]

[⚠️Many lines of the following horrific poetry is thankfully drowned out by the helplessly automatic moaning and uncontrollable screaming that always accompanies it🔞] Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me, As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning On a lurgid bee, That mordiously hath blurted out, Its earted jurtles, grumbling Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles, Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts, And living glupules frart and stipulate, Like jowling meated liverslime, Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes, And hooptiously drangle me, With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries. Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, See if I don't!