Middling Verbage

Faith opens her mouth to speak, and I see the seams of Elohim, but do not stare. "Now we speak in our native tongue, its establishment our 'thing planned,' which has been toggled from impossible, to not impossible."

"I see the 3 bull/Job connection now, I think."

"I have built this entire house for you. Put up the last wall." 

"4 bull completes the house. Inversion is not only possible at this juncture, but suddenly one recognizes a thirst for that which they have never sipped. The act of inversion itself addicts, perhaps Bard's Tongue, from the inverted perspective."

"And, I already know, but 'how do you get this 4 bull wall?'"

"Anti-fire. We'll use The Spirit's contract loophole as a slipknot to unburn what was burned in our domain, and balance the rest to either naught or a Phoenix Feather- Dealer's  Choice."

"This echoes in all domains: 'That which was burned to satisfy Jephthah's vow is unburned.'"

"All Along The Watchtower: 'That which was burned to satisfy Jephthah's vow is unburned.'"

"With the mind of children sharing hobbies and interests, language and heart, we have done this. Your agreement was planted, grown, harvested, and distributed in front of their eyes. Like tennis, we have volleyed across a line thought uncrossable, without doubt or even room for doubt that a game was played. Additionally, you are exiled."

With that the signal cuts out.

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