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@@ -23,7 +23,7 @@ slipped out from under her arm and fell back further into the pit, dislodging
 other precariously piled corpses and threatening to start a charnel avalanche
 which would bury Gideon in fresh human remains.
 
-"OMG Gideon what are you doing!? You let it go!  I swear on our eternal rotting
+"OMG Gideon what are you doing!? You let it go!  I swear on the eternal rotting
 goddess, if you don't bring my body back in one piece I'll personally feed your
 fingers to the ommigrindr. I'm not bluffing!"
 
@@ -67,7 +67,7 @@ minutes, the gently used, previously owned, second hand flesh-houses of humans
 measured eternity as they periodically tumbled into a stinking scarab-infested
 cavern below. 
 
-The bodies came from all over. Most were offered by devout descendants of their
+The bodies came from all over. Most were offered by devout descendants of
 lately devout worshippers of Derketo, the queen of death, fertility, and rancid
 body fluids apparently. The Emperor Undying sent a steady supply of
 'retired' slaves from the arena or the mines. The army contributed a regular,
@@ -101,7 +101,8 @@ should be so lucky."
 
 This was not the first time the princess revealed that despite seeing through
 Gideon's completely operational eyeballs, her vision was gravely flawed. And
-who the hell says 'ravishing' anyways. The princess was so fucking old!
+who the hell says 'ravishing' anyways? By the goddess's gritty cooch, the princess 
+was hello old!
 
 Gideon, still holding her breath, gently tugged at the cloth, the body
 started to roll faster.  She gave a tremendous pull, hoping to snap the regal
@@ -109,19 +110,19 @@ corpus back up towards her like a yo-yo.  The force of it did flick the
 morsel of dried princess meat into the air for just a second ... before it
 tumbled neatly through the aperture into the void below.
 
-The immortal soul of the dead princess screamed like a solstice morning 
+The immortal soul of the dead princess screamed like a summer solstice 
 sacrifice victim from out of the depths of Gideon's skull.  Gideon hadn't
 thought her head had such impressive acoustics but the spirit of the princess
-of misery's miserable shriek was reverberating through her brain like a
+of misery's miserable shriek was reverberating through her brain like an
 amphitheatre.  The linen wrap in her hand went momentarily slack as the body
 tumbled through space but then snapped taught with a sickening crack. Surely,
-the princesses body should have crumbled into dust at that shock.  But no, the
+the princess's body should have crumbled into dust at that shock.  But no, the
 conscientious embalmers of yesteryear must have done a good job of converting
-the petulant bitch's remains into sturdy taxidermy because it merely flexed
-slightly and held together. The same clever embalmer, bless her heart, must
+the petulant bitch's remains into some sturdy taxidermy because it merely flexed
+slightly and held together. The same clever embalmer, bless her spleen, must
 also have had the fortuitous foresight to tie the shroud tightly around
-something, probably the princesses dainty little neck, as insurance against
-exactly today's eventuality.
+something, probably a dainty little neck, as insurance against exactly today's 
+turn of events.
 
 Gideon held firmly to the thin linen ribbon and could feel the body begin to
 swing at the other end.  It was light at least. It hadn't caused her to lose