Admoretising, or how we barely succeed in business while being a bit trying

(admoretisement)

Please just buy all their products for Wotan's sake!

There isn't much weird that perturbs adult Erdens, but this ghost dairy-product Stoff sure does make the neck hairs stand at alert on some of us. Most olde time-outers (hereabouts meaning the sedentary staff languishing at the Institute and not the spridgeletings who are out conquering Echo Worlds) were raised on ordinary pascalized baluchatherium nectar, straight from the distant, cloud-enveloped udders of contented baluchatheriums. We poured the milk on our bowls of Krotchety Kornholes at morning fastbreak, mixed it with powdered Vita del Choco-Psycho as an after-school treat, and downed tureens of the alabaster elixir straight up so that we'd grow long arms and tall teeth, just like our citizen monkey-mommys wanted.

What this trend is all about is anyone's guess, as ghost milk and ghost cheese are, well, barely there, if at all... barely. The Kinder "dis-entomb it lyke, wide-breather"* as they say, because it's "liminal,"** and that's the high-falutinest praise an average Erden "kultur-yoot" will heap on anything nowadays (oldsters, by-the-by, are sub-liminal, which, we're often assured, is a actually a good thing). What a crazy Erde! Truly, these are the "Finish-Line Times" predicted in the thoroughly ludicrous and joke-filled Book of Crenelations!***.

*appreciate it, kind citizen is an approximation in communicative Imperial Erden, or dig-it, daddy-o in "Urth-er" High Daddyoan (Hoch Daddyoanisch)

**Boyo, you've got me there!

***a wicked satire and de-rection of ancient monotheist-schizoid desert religions written by "Feetobrass McLampstand" (paratheologian Kariolynda Bacon) in the 1500's

[Post Scriptum: You too can addmoretise in Professor Pille's Planetary Panopticon; check your "refrigerator" for pull dates]