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Hath thee not heard tell of the land beyond the shiny steel, where the hirsute beardy-weirdy gentle souls live in perfectt harmony and hairyness and all false prophets of the church of steel are banished? Yea, banished to a vale of sorrow, weeping and great gnashing of teeth and forever condemned to hone their sharp and glinting instruments of division in a never ending quest for the perfect edge...?

I had a dream, brothers, I had a dream...
Ah, Brother Neil, you are back from your quest in the Land of the Ingrown Hirsute. How did your quest for the Holy Scuttle go? Is it truly a myth, or may we continue our hopes and dreams that it will surface and s(h)ave us? The Council of Anointed Ones await a full report on the activities of the hairy purveyors of the mock razors.