From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory.

This is...

Lord of the Jungle.

From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery, and violence, comes one of the most colorful figures of all time.

Transcribed from the immortal pen of Sean Windsor, ML, the bronzed white son of the jungle.

And now in the very words of Mark Felholler,

the story of ML and the decoy.

You assing a ragged

Get your finger out of my face. Get your finger out of my face.

Take the first shot, then if you want it, Councillor, get your finger out of my face. It's gone. What are you doing? What are you doing?

That is not painful by them. That is painful by the people of Detroit.

Let me tell you son. You want to go right now? Okay? You want to go right now, Albert?

I'm tingling a little bit.

I've got a little bit of the shakes because this has been what Ice Cube would have called a very good day if he was an investigative reporter. Oh.

Because we were out and about trying to find a guy who said he would talk to us and then he wouldn't talk to us and he lied to us about where he was going to be this week but guess what we figured out where he was going to be and next week where he's going to be is on fox 2 telling us some stuff that i will leave you to judge the veracity of.

But it's your old pal, ML Elric, here.

And I'm pleased to be joined by Mr. Mark Fellower, who I think is feeling some longings.

He's feeling some Sean Windsor withdrawal because little Shawnee, our Lord Windsor, is not with us again.

Our lady Windsor.

He will be joining us later on by telemophone.

And I think right now he's working on something for the Detroit Free Press,

possibly something about the Detroit Lions.

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