You're Banned! II

How lovely is thy sap, O Tree of Trees. It doth make me meditate upon thy eternal greenness, and believe that the greenness of this Lawn cometh by reflection upon thee...and I cannot ban thee, for thou hast o'erawed me with thy beauty.
 
I lie not, except in Mafia games, and when functioning as a secret agent in Azerbaijan. For thy falsehood, I ban thee.
 
Thou art banned, for what soundeth exceedingly awesome may not necessarily be so. (even if it is)


I think I'll call my octopus Le Miserable!
 
He is miserable because I loveth him but little, and I, because he leaveth me not.
Alas, that it should be so. Therefore thou art banned.
 
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