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Glory

Your toilet has been unclogged, m'lady. Nay—no need to throw yourself at my feet—a kiss upon thy hand (or other winsome bodily part) is all I ask.

Any time we revert to oldspeak, it's a safe bet we're being a wee bit ironic. There may be a small amount of glory to be reaped from designing and installing an effective, working piece of machinery, but it's not really going to inspire the blaring of trumpets.

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