Mama Mia! To mark, a mustachioed magical man, cast malcontent as both martyr and monster by a mutation of fate. This mien, no mere mask of megalomania, is a monument of the mutual mind, now meaningless, missing. However, this magnanimous misadventure of a bygone mif stands manifest, and has made compact to master these momentary and malignant mice modeling maleficence and making out the madly monstrous and mercenary misdemeanor of meaning! The only measure is malice; a misunderstanding held as a moral, not miscarried, for the meaure and meticulousness of such shall one day maintain the mindful and the moralistic. But, this mixture of motto matures most massive, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to be here again and you may all call me Mr_Mustash.
