Ye who has lost his bushy tail, we shall seek bushiness together. Ye who has lost thy Clintonesque tale, we shall find again your star mojo. Ye who seeks Benjamins' trail, leave now, for we suffer no fools and the only riches here be that found in wisdom.

If you see this signpost, traveller, then you walk* in the territory of the foxnihili. Be warned that trespassers will be persecuted without mercy (though those with tresses be offered a nice cup of tea).

His teeth are as sharp as his barbs,

His eyes burn like asplodin' stars,

Fearless, he will travel wide and far,

To find him some java in a .jar

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(*) Or traverse by whatever means, smartass.