Dearest Mr. Greasemonkey;
Oh, how I adore you! Allow me to illustrate the depth of our blossoming intimacy...
No! I refuse to cheapen the jewels of our union!
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I will say, however, without the fruits of your labor, I simply would no longer bask in the pleasure you provide me throughout my glorious travels in the Land of DIY. My only remaining desire is that this treasured gift is allowed to flourish even further, offering us endless opportunity and possibility.
Thank you! Thank you! And thank you again my sweet servant...
