Of course, these days, electric turbo-weasels are all the rage in the trendy nightspots around town. No celebrity (from the A-list to the Z-list*) or member of the Metropolitan-trendy elite would - these days - consider themselves properly dressed without their custom-built electric turbo-weasel prominently displayed somewhere about their person (or, if their person is unavailable, about the body of some flunkey or hanger-on, often just employed for that specific reason).
Indeed, it is just a passing fashion, for urban folk anyway. But few - if any - of those who so avidly follow the fashion and constantly exchange and faithfully update their electric turbo-weasels whenever a new model is released seem to have any idea - or even interest - in where their high fashion weasels come from.
This is – of course – not surprising as the sourcing of electric turbo-weasels is a deeply tedious affair that makes even trainee-accountant spotting or arranging your cheese-spanners in alphabetical order sound excessively over-stimulating. It is for that reason that this article ends here**.
*Except – of course - a T-list celebrity for the obvious reasons.
**Except for this rather pointless and unnecessary footnote, of course.
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