Cup of Cipactli's Call

And beheld unto the unwilling and unknowing of the stiffgut twas the relic. Revealed unto them upon the hypaethral street. A cup to be quaxed and no less, called a cacotechny by the stiffgut. Called a whirlmagee, unfit to be buchette. Naught but shimsham to the ceramic apodeixis. So comrades! Amplex and baible! And the ramage of the faithful did punge the ears of the stiffgut,

"Corbybantiate and go thenceout from this tenmanland. Rest in zizzes, for hence comes Cipactli to gnaw on the black heart of your corruption!"