Text: "The die is cast, you will cut the mustard or face the music!"

This piece of Everything2 prose is interesting conceptually, but made even more interesting by its placement in an overdatabase consisting of as close to everything as a multiuser textdump has produced so far. Enjoy.

It also plays to my weakness for random strings of words (see an example prose-mash here).

On an unrelated note, does anyone want to start the Church of Arbitrary Worship? Today's ikons are empty water bottles.