Where are you, Jean Moulin?

It is so unlike you to run away in fear.

I suppose losing your white rose leader has been

quite a blow to you and your pals.

Dick White was nothing more than a shuffling old

man. A leader? I think not.

More of a professional meddler.

You, Jean Moulin, have once again made

a poor choice. I was ready to groom you

to stand at my side. That ship has sailed.

Your shoes have been filled by the delightful

Leo Mr. Fangs Pumpkin.

He will never betray me.

He will never leave his Pater's side.

He is mine.

(I also hear he has very handsome hair and a dazzling smile)

HAPPY ROGERS!!! HAPPY ROGERS!!! HAPPY ROGERS!!!

I WANT EVERYONE,
EXCEPT FOR LEO KONA PUMPKIN KITTEN
AND LEO LORD SCRUBB PUMPKIN,
OUT OF THEIR CELLS
AND BACK TO THE MORTAL WORLD
HUNTING DOWN
HAPPY ROGERS!!!

AND WHEN YOU MAKE CONTACT, PLEASE TELL
HER TO COME WITHOUT MAKING A FUSS!!!
TELL HER THAT HER DARLING BEN WILL BE
RELEASED INTO THE IN-BETWEEN TO
WANDER FOREVER AND EVER
IF I DO NOT HAVE HER HERE IN MY LOVELY DARK TEMPLE!!!


LEO LORD SCRUBB PUMPKIN AND
LEO KONA PUMPKIN KITTEN,
REPORT TO ME. YOU WILL NEED
SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS
TO ASSIST ME IN OBTAINING MY NEW VESSEL!!!

DO NOT DELAY, PUMPKINS!!!

TIME IS TICKING FOR
YOUR DEAR PATER!!!

My dear and devoted Miles Jean Moulin Pumpkin...

Although I find your presentation entertaining,

there are rules to follow and to abide.

Where is the honey, my very handsome pet?

Your Pater and Your Mithras will not grant you

the grade you seek, until you come to us with

some respect for our traditions.

I will return in three days.

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This is for you, my Pater Eidolon!

I made a great and courageous hunt for this song.

I was going to sing this myself, but thought this beautiful lion's version

was far more entertaining than anything I could provide to you.

Please enjoy!!!

Could you bless me with the grade of Leo, dear Pater?

Yours forever

Miles Jean Moulin Pumpkin

MITHRAS,

God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall!

‘Eidolon is above the Nations, but Thou art over all!’

Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched away, Mithras, also a soldier,

give us strength for the day!
Mithras, God of the Noontide,

the heather swims in the heat.

Our helmets scorch our foreheads, our sandals burn our feet.Now in the ungirt hour —

now ere we blink and drowse,

Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows!
Mithras, God of the Sunset, low on the Western main—Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again!Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn,Mithras, also a soldier,

keep us pure till the dawn!
Mithras, God of the Midnight,

here where the great bull dies,

Look on thy children in darkness.

Oh take our sacrifice!

Many roads thou hast fashioned—

all of them lead to the Light,

Mithras, also a soldier,

teach us to die aright!

Kneel down, Miles.

Wrap a blindfold over your eyes.
Allow me to bound your hands together.

I offer you this crown on the tip of my sword, Miles.

I am placing this crown upon your head.








With one stroke I am liberating you from
the bondages of the material world.

Place your new crown on your shoulder, Miles,
and repeat these words three times:


"Mithra is my only crown"



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