“Belgium Doesn’t Exist!”

or “Land of Sprouts and Chocolate, I Think Not.”

I’m relieved *some*body has finally ripped the lid off the seamy underbelly of the stinking weed of conspiracy in the dungeon-like garden of mixed metaphors!

I just hope I live till dawn now that the i’ve alerted the Agents to my location by posting this on the Teh Interwebz.