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When a benthan hears "Watery-spunked, hairless bishop seeks frigid, fish-smelling cuttle-mate," it might think that it's just another personal ad. But that classic clerical tourist's line has been heard all over the sacred chambers of the capital lately. The Ministry of Slave Recruitment has issued a report today that bottles containing strangely erotic messages have been found on the surface. The messages appear to be from the Superintendent of a land tribe complaining of assertive, warm blooded females. Things must be getting pretty desperate on the surface! The Ministry has therefore announced plans to begin building coastal resorts to profit from the lascivious interests of well-heeled surface dwellers. Critics complain that these "maenads" may not have the stamina to handle the famous breeding-torpor of R'ylehans, but Director Ngethyo of the Ministry pointed out that early tests prove otherwise! This reporter will be sure to bring you more on this as the story as it comes.
- Prince Arcthyis the Exiled