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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 3 JUL 85 **********************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 *****************************************************************
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19
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20 L'homme: when are you going to stop by? Since the PCS social is on a 4th
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21 this month, I won't be there, so this month is out for meeting there.
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22 ************************* CISTOP MIKEY *********************************
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23
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24 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*X^n*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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25 or should i call myself guru of something a little short of blis this time??
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26 i think i'll bitch and moan about all the bitching and moaning ...
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27 But first; Brian Scott: Laffed so hard i thought i'd puke! Delightfuly Perver-
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28 se (or is that Pervect??)
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29 Doctor: The universe isn't JUST in our minds BUT the way we OBSERVE it often is
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30 Non-humans of several authors: Some folks loves ham hocks and some folks loves
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31 poke chops and some folks just loves to bikker!!!!!
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32 And then theres quite a few who seem to get extra milage out of thair own
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33 missery. I don't understand it eather but i've seen enough of it to know that
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34 it is!
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35 Whoever compared Dr Pepper to new Coke: sick, sick.....
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36 piper: glad to see you back! Those pipes are music to MY ears.
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37 ferret: apprentice calls himself that only out of humility, but i suspect youl
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38 find that out for your self in due course
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39 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*till i've something to add*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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40 @*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*
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41 I hope everyone enjoyed my sex with a car story. I of course did alot of
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42 research into the peice so it would sound right and make sence. Sometimes
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43 research can be the most fasinating thing. I learned lots about my own
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44 capabilities and the capabilities of my various partners. I guess you could
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45 say that cars are as different the people who drive them! Even cars of the
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46 same make have little differences. Discovering those differences for the forst
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47 time with a car can be really enjoyable. Foreiners I must say are the best.
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48 I justed loved the two B.M.W. cars I had. They could keep on going for it and
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49 going for it. I got tired out quick. The Crysler Cordoba was like a spanish
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50 mad man, or women I guess I would say. X^n person above, I am glad you laffed
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51 as hard as I did. Just thinking about some of those cars brings back memories.
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52 I guess I will do some more study and come back with another story soon.
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53 Brian Scott
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54 @*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@
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55 off
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56
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57 Tanya, I was not yelling at you, just yelling to be yelling. For now I think
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58 I'm just going to let things be and try to accept it as is. Sorry again for
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59 making it sound like I was yelling at you. -confused
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60
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61 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
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62 The Inn is a lively little place lately...bagpipes in one corner, what
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63 seems to be a magicians' squabble in another (I wonder who will fry whom?),
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64 and a lively dispute near the fireplace about the definition of good poetry.
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65 I think I'll find a corner where they're telling stories...
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66 There's one - a love affair with a car, told in exacting detail? I'm
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67 not sure he's not serious...
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68 Is there anybody out there that wants to buy a penniless student a drink
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69 and help her find someone to listen to??
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70 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/Luingil\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\(Ihatehotdays!)/\/\/\/\/\/\
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71
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72 }{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
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73 THIS WILL BE MY FIRST MESSAGE IN A LONG TIME, FORGIVE ME IF I SEEM A LITTLE
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74 RUSTY.......
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75
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76 Mikey, I would like to know what these strange people are doing here??? I
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77 expected to come back from London, Leeds, and Warwickshire to find the
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78 great names... and what do I find?!? People who hardly have enough knowledge
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79 to pack into the conjunctiva of a spider's left eyeball!!! Oh, well, I guess
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80 that I'll have to re-educate them all... By the way, does anyone want a
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81 slightly used copy of The Normal Person's Home Digital Cook Book?
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82
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83 Shriveling up yours,
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84 THE ZARKING GOFFLEWHACKKER
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85 0101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010
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86 GREETINGS! THIS IS THE BLUE MAX! AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE BEEN ON
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87 THIS BOARD AND I MUST SAY IT IS QUITE INTRIGUING YET CONFUSING. WHAT THE
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88 #@%$ IS THIS BOARD ALL ABOUT AND/OR FOR?? IS THIS JUST A BOARD FOR WRITING
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89 MESSAGES BACK AND FORTH OR WHAT? IS THERE NO UPLOADING AND DOWNLOADING HERE?
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90 <*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>
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91 GOOD STUFF, EH MAYNARD!!
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92 <*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*<*>*
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100 "*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"**
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101 Zancresta say the Zarking Person and the others who were staring at the
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102 two arguing Wizards." "I suggest, human, that we take this squbble to aa
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103 different place.....perhaps the outskirtsof Malderpot? Hmmmm??" The evil
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104 wizard smiled, revealing r ows of sharp teeth that glinted white in the
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105 firelight. People were beginning to get nervous as the Wizard/ferret b
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106 sent out a huge backlash of evil sensations to all the empaths, te
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107 bo
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108 telepaths, and others who can sense such things. A small magician in the
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109 chair next to him fell forward because ofthe permeating evil sense. He
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110 waited for a reply from the Apprentice, who xad only stared on at his
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111 other remarks.
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112 The ferret glowed with evil ppoower. He laughed menacingly as the other
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113 wizard in his company gazed fearingly at him. "The Wizard of Malderpot
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114 does not take to a cha:llenge lightly! You have challenged my power by
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115 being here! I shall see you enslaved or killed." then the Ferret began to call upon his own evil dens to carry the two to
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116 Malderpot. In a send that it took to get there, they had reached it. the outskirts of the city, that is. "My home!" said
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117 the ferret, who laughed once again. The apprentice was shocked by the vement, and stood motionless as the evil wixzard
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118 raised his hands. A huge fireball appeared and he hurled it at the Apprentice!
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119 "*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"@*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*
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120 ????? The Doctor ?????
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121 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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122 Confused: Okay.
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123 (^): The most important element for arguing is misunderstanding. The second
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124 is conflicting vewpoints. I said, "...within those guidelines (Webster's) it is
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125 all in the mind of the reader." I did not say mean to imply that ordinary prose
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126 that did not describe "through meaning, sound, and rhythm" was poety. (Oops,
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127 above, just cross out either the "say" or "mean to imply", whichever you
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128 prefer. And, two lines up, spell poetry right. Stupid fingers). I was not the
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129 person that gave the other Webster's definition, but I will give one.
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130 Prose: 1a: the ordinary language of men in speaking or writing. b: a
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131 literary medium distinguished from poetry esp. by its greater irregularity
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132 and variety of rhythm and its closer correspondence to the patterns of
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133 everyday speech. 2: a prosaic style, quality, character, or condition:
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134 ORDINARINESS, MATTER-OF-FACTNESS
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135 Prose poem: a work in prose that has some qualities of a poem (as rhythm,
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136 patterned structure, or imaginative heightening)
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137 Perhaps, that--? Well, enough of this arguing! -Tanya
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138 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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139 Boy, it's sure getting boring in this rodedendron bush. I sure wish that
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140 L'homme or Kosta or someone would do *something*. . . Maybe I should go
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141 back and get my putter; this lawn sure looks inviting.
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142 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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143 -- I'd never cry if I did find a blue whale in my soup...
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144 Nor would I mind a porcupine inside a chicken coop.
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145 Yes life is fine when things combine. Like ham in beef chow mein...
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146 But lord. This time I think I mind, they've put acid in my rain.
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147 -confused
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149 --
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151 (*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{l'oeuf}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)
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Flinging open the door and stepping inside from out of the vicious insults
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155 and biting ri
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156 (* Whoops! Try dat again... *)
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158 (*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{l'oeuf}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)
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Flinging open the door and stepping inside from out of the vicious insults
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and biting ripostes of the surprising summer storm that threatened the famed
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Inn and all Inn-habitants strode a young man, well wrapped against the storm
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and night, and a large, chocolate colored, dog.
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wayfarers in a storm, though any educated lodger of the small pub would
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recognize this drifter as one of an elite few, educated in the ways of
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weaponry, arcane arts, and bad joke telling: a Fencer. Hushed whispers
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travelled quickly through some circles of friends, a Fencer had come to
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grace, or as some critics would argue, to curse, the Inn with stories of
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where the lights from the candles and lanterns flickered and danced, and
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positioned himself facing towards the door, with the dog at his feet. He
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ordered an ale for himself and a plate of scraps was gathered for the dog,
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and after comforting himself with several more mugs of ale, whispered to the
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dog, "Be quiet now, Elan. Tomorrow we will see the start of new beginnings,
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I am sure of it..." and dozed off to the sweet land of bliss.
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181 (*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{(*{l'oeuf/Fencer}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)}*)
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182 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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183 X^n: I didn't compare them. I personally don't like EITHER of them. I did
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184 compare the new Coke to swill, though.
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185 ++++++++++++++++
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186 The Doctor led Grann away, through one of the myriad of corridors in the
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187 TARDIS. I finished the last of my concoction, then wandered to the main
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188 computing facility.
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189 It was interesting to note that although the Doctor and I were adept at
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190 entirely different skills (his being technology, of course, and mine being
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191 magic), there were areas of bleed-over that had occurred after long aquaintance
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192 with each other. The Doctor, for example, took to Illusionary magic like a
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193 shot, after I introduced him to it. It soon became apparent that his abilities
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194 exceeded mine in that area. It wasn't too long, however, before we found that
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195 I had a knack with computers: programming, repairing, and so forth. We each
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196 accepted the greater skills of the other. Our friendship was too great not
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197 to.
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198 After finding the room, I set to work. Perhaps a half-hour had passed before
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199 I finished, but the program I had created would pinpoint the location that
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200 the box was drawing the TARDIS towards.
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201 I could hear a small explosion distantly, echoing through the corridors from
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202 the Danger Room. It seemed almost ludicrous that the Doctor had gotten the
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203 idea for the Room from an Earth comic-book, but it was true. I shook my head,
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204 wondering at the idea. I pressed the 'commence execution' key before the
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205 terminal I was using.
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206 <Temporal CO: 1985 A.D. ET, 07/15 @ 16:00>
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207 <Working....>
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208 <Spatial CO: Earth, North American Continent, United States, California,
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209 Los Angeles>
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210 <Working....>
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211 <ParaTemporal CO: Relative +4 West of current position>
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212 <Working....>
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213 <End Run>
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214 I studied the screen, absorbing what it told me. So it WAS Earth, after all,
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215 and yes, 1985. But the ParaTemporal coordinate left me confused. I'd only
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216 included that because it was one of the four ways a being could travel. I'd
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217 not actually expected it to be used.
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218 One of four ways, I thought. Spatial, Temporal, Dimensional, ParaTemporal.
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219 I obtained a printout from the terminal, and hurriedly ripped it off and
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220 moved toward the Danger Room. I briefly wondered how Grann had been doing,
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221 and how the Doctor would take the news.
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222 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++ July 3, 1985 +++++++
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226 stepped down from the stairs and back ito the inn. He had heard txehe
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227 melodious sound of someone of the female pursuasion. It was a calling tof
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228 which the otter could not ignore. He floated down the stairs to the Inn's
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229 entrance, but was surprised to see that the woman was gone. In hier place
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230 was a man and a dog sleeping! A"$*!#" said Mudge, disgustedly. "I missed
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231 'er!" and he returned to his room to think about the instant family he
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232 had madde in those three glorious nights at Madam Lorshas's!"
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233 %*%*%*%*%*%*%*%* MUDGE %*%*%*%*%*%*%**%
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234 Hark! Methinks I dost detect overtones of Minstrel in Ferret's voice.
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235 +DANTE-
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236 *""*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*f"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*
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237 Dante: Sorry, But I'm not minstrel. I am Zancresta. MAge and ferret of
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238 Malderpot. I was hoping to gain a small room to sleep in at this Inn,
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239 but I was met with another wizard's might who was trying to stifle my own.
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240 I am sorry for my outbursts of true evil anger, but it is, alas, my true
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241 nature. I i am truely sorry.
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242 all: I am truly sorry. When I lose control of the evil emotions that I
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243 keep bottled up they spring out and breathe of the freedom they are given
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244 %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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246 J U V I E H U N T
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247
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248 Greetings. This is your formal, gilt-edged invitation to join in the first
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249 montly Juvie Hunt. Please lift your verbal swords to the ready position, and
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250 prepare to strike... "The only good Juvie is a quiet Juvie".
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251
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252 Great Green Hunter
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253 (Please note the absence of the word "White", so to avoid offending members
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254 of other races. So far, no one has stepped forward to protest the
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255 defamation of the Green races... Also, please, if you would be so kind as
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256 to overlook the slight misspelling of the word "monthly" as "montly".
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257 Thank you. Until tomorrow, then. GGH)
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258
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259 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
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260
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261 The apprentice raised his walking stick to ward off the attack.
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262 A bit clumsy, mayhap, but the ball veered off. Much to the ferocious
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263 ferret's suprise, the apprentice's next action was to cast a spell on
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264 himself!
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265 A strange feeling came over the ferret and he he passed out just as
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266 he realized what the human had done.
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267 "I trust that will teach you better manners sirrah..." said the
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268 apprentice. "I hope you will enjoy the hangover from my drinks as much
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269 as you now enjoy the drinks!"
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270 As he began the spell to return home, he reflected on the varied
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271 uses of such simple spells as transference. Say transferring the alcohol (
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272 (and other toxic substances) from one body to another....
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273 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~the apprentice~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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274 Afriend reported a *wonderful* bumper sticker to me:
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275 Pipers do it with amazing grace....
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276 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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277 Apprentice: why'd you steal MY border?
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278 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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279 Now for some poetry, (not mine)...
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280 Swiftly goes the sword-play
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281 singing in the mountains.
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282 Clash of steel is calling,
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283 Clanging up to heaven: --
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284 arrows flying angry;
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285 axes lifting skyward,
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286 banging down on byrnies,
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287 breaking shields and helmets.
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288
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289 Swiftly goes the swordplay:
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290 Spears on hosts are raining;
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291 men run forth in madness,
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292 mowing ranks of foemen;
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293 battle tumult bellows;
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294 blod is red on axeheads;
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295 greedily the gray wolf
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296 gorges with the raven.
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297 (from The Broken Sword, by Poul Anderson)
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298 ~~~~~~~~~
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299 This is typical of the old Norse sagas, which went on for hundreds of
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300 stanzas while maintaining a consistent rhythm. It is MUCH harder than
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301 'merely' rhyming the ends of lines... Note also the use of alliteration.
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302 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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303 ps. Sranul the roo had better read his mail on the Messenger!
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304 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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305 <=><=><=><=><=><=><=><=><=><=><=><=><=>
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306 UNKNOWN
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307 This system be awesome,
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308 This system be fine,
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309 As I put my modem on line...
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310
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311 It be great,
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312 It be grand,
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313 To have this board at the tip of my hand
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314
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315 We want sysop,
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316 He's all GET
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317 He's the man...
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318 Who puts your phone on to the set
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319
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320 Oh Yeah
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321 So fine,
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322 This is my first poem,
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323 Do you mind??
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324 Signed UNKNOWN
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325 "*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*
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326 Senses blurred,a a shape of something resembling a tree, but was u
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327 upside-down. "Aurgh." said the ferret lyiing in the forest of the
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328 outskirts of Malderpot. The hangover and such taking it's toll on
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329 the wizardly visage of the young(?) Zancresta. He pulled himself up
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330 and was met by a hammer on his head that brought him to his knees a
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331
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332 and brought him down onto the dusty dirt road. He propped himselff
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333 up on one of his furry arms, then the other, steady now. He then s
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334 stood up on his knees and tried to fight the incredible pounding
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335 like waves against the shoreline. Steadily he crawled until he found
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336 a rock of reasonable size to help him stand. "T-yurglugh" he moaned
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337 to himself. He stood and tried to get his bearings. He was on a d
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338 dirt road, check. He was in a forest, check. Fine. The trouble was
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339 that that nearly described the entire planet he lived on. And at t
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340 the precise moment he couldn't even remember who he was, let alone
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341 where.
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342 Just then an urgent call from his stomach reached his un-sober
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343 mind and he turned away, making good use (so to speak) of a small
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344 alcove of bushes. Now to the subject at hand...who was he? Hmmmm..
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345 "Urrr!" he thought, swaying as the full effects of the drinks he
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346 had had back at the Inn...wait...The Inn was where he should be! BD
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347 Despite the fact that he didn't remember getting drunk at the Inn,
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348 Zancresta decided that that was as good a place as any to sort out
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349 who and what he was. He remembered the teleport spell, thinking to
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350 the Inn. H landed several planets from hismark and caused cvery
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351 considerable havok txere before finally getting it right and going
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352 into the Inn. He saw the Apprentice, sitting at a table looking v
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353 very smug and giggling just a tad.
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354 Suddenly all his memories flooded back to him, the drink'S effects
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355 subsiding. "oOk! Ok!" said Zancresta, who now knew who and where he
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356 was and why. "You win! I know when I've been nested, now...how a
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357 about getting together for a little demon summoning. I can summon c
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358 any class demon...well?" Zancresta smiled and once again revealed h
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359 his inherant sharp teeth.
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360 "*"*"**"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"
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361 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/]
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362 How my poems mean
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363 Is not yet clearly seen
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364 Whether they ought
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365 To rhyme of not
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366 Or stay somewhere in between
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367
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368 How do my poems do
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369 What I want them to do
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370 Are they confined
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371 To meter and rhyme
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372 And sounding pretty when I'm through
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373
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374 I say no
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375 My life comes in chunks
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376 Not in regular little boxes
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377 That sound the same when you shake them
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378 In fact
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379 Some of them
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380 No matter how hard you try
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381 Don't make any sound at all
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382 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/]
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383 Bricks and bottles may bend my brackets,
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384 But words will never hurt me.
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385
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386 I'm tired of the image of the insecure poet.
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387 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] all riled up .. [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN [/] [/]
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388 oh no... too late tinny!
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389
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390 Another juvie hunt, oh boy, can't wait to see it fall on it's face!!!
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391 can't wait, it shall be so funny, I'll be laughing for months, and months..
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392
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393 #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#
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394 ******************************
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395 ..............................
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396 ..........MAGE................
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397 ..............................
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398 ******************************
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399 ******************************
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400 ---CALL GAZOO SOON PLEASE-----
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401 ******************************
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402 ..............................
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403 --STEVE IF YOU COPY PLEASE----
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404 --LEAVE ME A NOTE HERE OR AT--
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405 --HOME --
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406 The Gazoo
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407
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408
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409
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410 break
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411
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412 end
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413
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414 off
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415 exit
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416
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417 end
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418 end
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419 end
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420 off
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421 exit
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422 quit
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423 ~
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424 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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425 The Bozos are out tonight.
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426 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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427 .......................................
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428 . ---Gazoo to Mage---
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429 . ---Call if you can---
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430 . -----Sorry for BUGS-----
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431 .......................................
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432 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*X^N*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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433 +++++: AS a great man once .9*everything=garbage. The new coke IS swill. I
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434 will however refrain from making appropriate comments about the old ex-
|
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435 cept to say that it was at least drinkable.
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436 Great Green Hunter: my purple cat is offended!
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437 Brian S.: Some humor is GREAT heard ONCE, totaly nausiosly teadios when repeated
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438 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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439 Oh almost forgot; Gazooo and co.: <^C> thats a hint!!!!!
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440 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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441 Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame
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442 balding days
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443 er team of hedges wounded Capt. Swackhammer. That wanton light was
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444 k. Lethal swans tenderly growled. Audrey enchanted each red
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445 e. This sound galloped into their ring of livid stars. John
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446 ed.
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447 This icicle ruled his gang of quiet enemies. Audrey's stack of
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448 lowing coats softly erupted. One brawny gift was gracious. John
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449 softly yielded.
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450 Her audacious foot tormented tears. Livid mouths stared into Audrey.
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451 balding cat brushed by arrid violent winds. The strong sailor
|
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452 rned toward amorous meals. This cursed mystical valley bound red
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453 gifts. Dense emotions stood behind each air. This upright swan and
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454 re vipers sensitively sang.
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455
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456 Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame <<The FireBreather>> Flame Flame Flame
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457
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458 FireBreather: you need to add a 2 second delay at the end of each line. Every
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459 line in your entry it missing the first letter or so.
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460
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461 [<(ETX)>]
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462 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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463 As the piper was playing, he noticed the apprentice speaking with a large,
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464 sharp-faced animal. With a strange feeling of bemusemnt, the piper looked
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465 about the large common room of the inn and noticed the large number of
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466 non-humans scattered through the crowd, eating, drinking, holding forth on
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467 various topics.
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468 The piper gave a mental shrug. In the mutable universe in which he held
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469 a precarious existence, change was the only constant.
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470
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471 His set of songs was nearly at the end when a strange flicker from the
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472 apprentice's table caught his eye. The sharp-faced animal -- it seemed almost
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473 to be a weasel, martin, or ferret the piper mused -- had seemed to take offense
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474 at the apprentice. The piper swung into the last measure of the tune as the
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475 two disappeared in a somewhat malodorous cloud of smoke. By the end of his
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476 tune the apprentice had returned looking much more sober, and slightly
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477 smug about something.
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478 The piper walked past his table, stopping for a moment to say, "I think
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479 I should buy you a drink before your new friend returns. You're looking
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480 much to sober to stay long."
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481 Walking up to the age-scarred bar, the piper purchased three drinks and
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482 turned back to the apprentice's table. His erstwhile companion had returned,
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483 somewhat chastened, weaving slightly on his feet, but still game -- matching
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484 wits with the apprentice again! Clumsily holding three mugs of ale in one
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485 hand and balancing his pipes with the other, the piper made his way back to
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486 the table in time to hear the sharp-faced visitor referring to summoning
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487 demons.
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488 Setting a mug down before the apprentice, the piper turned to the
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489 newcomer, set a mug down before him, and spoke.
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490 "Please seat yourself and have a drink. And pray," the piper continued,
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491 "please don't summon demons or other diabolical manefestations here at the
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492 inn. They pollute the environment too mutch and could provoke massive
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493 retaliation from other inhabitants of Innisfall."
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494 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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495 "*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*
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496 "Oh. I apoligize, Piper. Please forgive me. It wasn't meant as an attack
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497 on the Apprentice. I can see from *hic* past experience that such an attack
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498 would be futile." said the Ferret, his eyes seemiinly swaying about the room
|
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499 with him, though not as much as they were when he first entered the Inn. Butt
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500 due to his ferret metabolism the intoxicating substance was soon stopped
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501 and gone. "I won't summon any demons here. It was mearly something I do in
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502 my spare time." He smiled at the Piper. "But I want to compliment you, sir.
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503 You play your pipes with a masterful skill!!!" said the ferret, who was no
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504 quite sober.
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505 "*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*""*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"*"
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506
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507
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508
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509 And Brinaman Scott is a (gag) pascal programmer. That explains his sick entries.
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510 And Brinaman Scott is the same as Brian Scott. This pityful atempt at chang
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511 ing identities does not fool the smart one's here. And now let me get this
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512 strait,,, the otter is the same as the minstrel is the same as the ferret is
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513 the same as mudge. This one person is responsible for turning the tabels of
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514 the inn over and causing so much comotion. One person with so much power as
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515 to completely wreck the steadfast walls on the backwater inn. One person who
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516 has grabed the sensibility of all the patrons and turned it inside out.
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517 One perosn who is entering everyother entry on here. One person!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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518 This tells at least me something about the thin grasp we have here, if one
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519 person is able to make so many changes with what goes on. I am more than a
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520 little scared........................................................................
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521 philoinn
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522 .....................................................................................
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523 MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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524 confused: Quoting 'Bloom County'? Really...
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525 The SPLIT ATOM Blues
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526 Gimme twinkies, gimme wine-
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527 Gimme jeans by Calvin Klein...
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528 But if you split those atoms fine-
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529 Mama keep'em off those genes of mine!
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530
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531 Gimme zits, take my dough-
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532 Gimme arsenic in my jelly roll...
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533 Call the devil and sell my soul-
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534 But mama keep dem atoms WHOLE!!!
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535
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536 Milo Bloom
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537 MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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541 Philoinn, I din'a know dave russell was back in town?
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542 All, If you don't like the new Coke, call 1-800-GET-COKE during business hours
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543 and tell them, (if you like the stuff, call too.)
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544 ALL, with the help of an eagle, whose name i know not, I am back in regualr (?)
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545 come-you-nigh-cations with the inn. Remember, the Eagle Never Sleeps...
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546 the Phantom Glitch
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547 88888888888888888888888888888888888888874858888888888888888816195488888888888
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548 Piper: I note a marked lack of response to the bumper snicker....
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550 %*%*%*%*%*%*%*% MUDGE %*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*%
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551 'Ere now, mate! Mudge is ottter. Minstrel was Mudge, Minstrel is dead.
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552 Mudge is tnot ferret!
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553 %*%*%*%*%*%*%*%*% MUDGE %*%*%*%*%*%*%*
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577 the time he comes back in full
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578 force with more peoms than
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579 ever. I thot you might like
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580 to know what to expect in the
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581 next few days here on backwate
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582 r. BEWARE THE FERRET FOR HE
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583 STRIKES WITHOUT WARNING. HE WI
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584 LL RETURN TO GET YOU ALL, AND
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585 YOU TO APPRENTICE.
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599 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\
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600 I stood in the grayness, a lone figure painted as a tortured form
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601 against the watercolor mat. The bird, who had long since flown away, had
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602 given me a gift, and I cherished the gift. It was difficult to see in the
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603 mist, it was difficult to look into myself seeing strength. The strength
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604 which gave me muscles to stand on after being battered down was only a
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605 shadow of an image within me, a translucent thought that faded into dimness.
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606 It remained a single pillar in my mind as pain crashed against my skull
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607 seeming to shatter all thoughts.
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608 Here I stand, wavering and uncertain. My heart pounds with
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609 frusteration, I look apon the world with glistening eyes. New problems
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610 stain my mind, leaving my body wracked with swallowed sobs of anger and
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611 pain. The world, like a glass structure or the fragile bonework of my skull,
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612 seems to crash down on me as the unwrit difficulties come forth. Yet, I stand
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613 with tears streaming down my cheeks, I stand and will not fall. Cautiously,
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615 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\ eidolaz /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\
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