In lieu of taste or decency.
Grant-- You are, and always have been, a beacon of sophisitcation for us all. Without your moral guidance and refined taste, I know I would be lost. That fetus picture...well, that's exactly what happens when I don't confer with you often enough.
In order to balance out my conventionally grotesque misdeed, I offer a penance of puppy.
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