Like I was sayin’, there were three kittens…

The BeagleSword was an explosion of improvisation,
or maybe it was ferociously to its defense, I’m not sure,
and the rabbit hole was… it was… it was… I forgot.
 
Dudes and Dudettes,
this is the terminus page,
the end of the ‘safe zone’
of the rabbit hole.

You have been warned.