Once the kevlar has lost it's virginity to low-odour kero, it must cease jet-setting.
Therefor, we upon commencement of Gap Year we must order many-a-staff of the fire kind to our 'base camp'.
On topic, also, BOCIII will not be left out. He will not be marginalised to his lack of spin, he shall learn the disco of JBT... and accompany Jackilyn and myself's endeavour of mastering the many scrumptious forms of stavery.
Problems solved, next doozy:
My lack of a Bacon Number.
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