So what’s this deal, with the Royal Bloodlines of Europe, the Heirs Canaan, and the Heiresses of Gould?
Well, I’m glad you didn’t ask, because now, I can tell you.
They all suffer from a curse, an ability, known as a time-space continuum, the term coined by them to explain to all the loonies that think magic involves summoning an object (which is actually how you design a prison).
Time: The increasing order of increment events.
Space: The longitudinal distance.
Time-Space: The space between time.
Continuum: The concept of something being removed retroactively, once a contingency of foresfeasance (the rat’s play) has been removed, nullified, or ceased to play, the latter a domino chips term.
So what are the inner secrets?
al-Batch: The dung heap. This guy was stolen from the father, instead of properly straining the coital cervix. This child telepathically contacts us while predicting the future, with rude “knife threats”, actually judging their own state as ours, to practice their career.
al-Shuzem: The clown. A jack, jack’o’lantern, or gourd, at the beginning of the period (the layman’s days of Saud Syria, after the migration from the Scythian high bluffs of Western Afghanistan). This child has been horse hobbled, and forced to take their family’s subordinate means of assault, their physical fighting form if threatened, naturally ingratiating itself into studies (as a consequence of cooking meals with family, and enjoying food with utensils, the latter a later study of fact). This is a function of career training, not profession.
The Coinbluthers: This individual has aided al-Batch, against al-Shuzem, given the title of “Dungannon”, with the aggrieved victim as “Dulgannon”, to confuse the Schieuzers, the Jews, out of doing this intentionally, by bias, or as a “trick”, their way of understanding money.
Now, how do they get along?
Nobody can help al-Batch, he’s a pederast moron. You risk invoking the Coinbluthers, such as Matthew O’Neill did, against Chieftain Shane O’Neill, getting your last name cursed with a wedding band name (such as Charlebois, hi, note the double pronunciation, and the meaning by slang in English and France, to royal families of the other linguist, phoenetically).
The Schuzem, will assault everyone except the one individual that has hobbled them, the basis of accounts liability law, to please Arabs, since they never have once hobbled a horse, their wise business decision in noting how pissed off (the term for a wild flurry) the Schuzem gets once their plans come into play, and the support body, of the guilty party, comes into wary recognizance.
The last custom, is the Coinbluthers Apology. If they can apologize to al-Schuzem, by giving back in love, what they lose in charity, you may be able to hire them as The Clown, having your own hitman, once referred to, in the 1960s, as “Mossad Easybranch”, now just called, “The Fiend Club”. Unless they’re a Dulgoy (a royal product of a Dungannon as a non-Bluthers, true love, a historian and a mouse, accursed if O’Neill, the one they call Doomsday), which is purely to the Irish, since they’re the only ones foolish enough to invest in a capital of agent in something falling apart, hoping to get free food from the burning sores of the civilization that the Clown has de-gourded (someone wanted to see if the gourd was valuable, so they broke the inside – to an Irish street rat, which is anyone in Ireland, by their own intent, that’s a business verifiable opportunity – a shake of the dice, as my friend Allie, a Gonzugua al-Schuzem, would say).