Mr. Beebe , of the Fucking Intellectuals clan…was conceived ‘back then’ in Western Refractoria. Living amongst ordinary fowl is the bete noire that haunts him. He has been known to thieve a nest or two when no bird is present.
Come experience his Copper Palanquin, it will appear soon for all eyes. Replete with Bucket Spirits and Thoughtless Exquisites.