Now that you have seen for yourself the flexibility of the shoulder-mounted compatibility orchard, perhaps your curiosity turns to price. Naturally a cave dweller such as yourself, with your thick, dried knots of bloody mucous blown indifferently onto the walls of your cave would concern himself primarily with notions of affordability. However, before discussing the prosaic matter of COST, I want to point out that sacramental oil freshly applied to gander's leg consorts not with two baby bunnies at the wall of weirdness.
