Seems like you've been knocked off your regular orbit, and ended up in my laboratory. You're not supposed to be in here. Use this clickamajig to get back into regular orbit.

Boring. Overused. Cicero is rolling in his grave. Or not. I'm not sure, I'm not familiar with him in depth, so I actually don't know if he'd find it irritating or not. Like this is his legacy. This is the form most people know him. And they don't even know it's him. Latin is a dead language, yet this one thing is well and alive and it's a butchered Cicero writing. Just imagine. Or don't. I can't tell you what to do.

A milia centum abhinc annis, a minimo usque in profundis spatio, novus creatus sit ut sit forma vitae, quae una est, cuius originem et auctoritatem aenigmaticam musclebeast est lumen separatum a, nutricantes educamus. Alii sunt ab ciconiae ferri. Recreantur a minimo quodam cerificavere. Ceteri amici optime de magicis Pirouette nulla debent. Sed pro his mortalibus esset quam natus est, qui venit in mundum universum peculiari vi. ... dicitur unus amor. Haec fabula unius universitatis inquisitione veritatem amoris oblitus est. Quod vero ad timendum creaturae. Quod appellant eos ... infantes miserrimos.