Indisputably, two heads are better than one. But, lies there proof—within the fielded standards of neuroethics—that, say, three queens always beat a pair regarding confirmation of cognitive capacity? For what of flushing a counter result if it plays participants as pawns? Perhaps, handing validity to any certain claims of the mind’s undiscovered country is ever tenuous regardless of applied appositeness. ; )

Carrie, promised she could keep her current position on the merger’s board, opted for a zwischenzug instead—boarding positions down under, where holding shares of surf turf would capture winning waves whilst checking mates’ materialism at their played-players’ door. ; )

Please, stop bleaching anemonefish’s abode;

Clowning such mishanter will surely only goad

Now meanemesisfish held to mnemonic ode:

“Karma-harma to warming’s laughers’ callous code!” ; )

Ana’s train of thoughts rumbled over tracks, though she was not awakened by them—for whilst she sawed logs—tonewoods, to be sure, via subtlest of audibility, strung for only the most harmonious vibes, like a sun day’s flop in a field of fawning fauna, they built for her a dreamed destination, where a chord of mellowing memories ever melodically moved her mind’s melding minuets. ; )

Ski? Balls of hail, bane of such a treat, call for gin as antifogmatic.

Skee? Balls, post bail, upon lanes sans sleet, roll for wins perkily climactic.

Seek? Balks nix fail, gain lit paths to meet wholes that hole lobbed drops problematic. ; )