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3 Compliments Of 12-20-1991 3
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3 3
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3 =PURGATORY BBS 3
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3 (207)-866-2399 3
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3 3
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3 SysOps: Thanatos and Raphael Dareau 3
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3 3
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3The Story Of Spam - Volume 3 1/23
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3Much Ado About Nothing In Orono!3
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@DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDY
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BRIEF INTRODUCTION
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The last "Story Of Spam" was the longest that ever
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existed and many people complained about its 9 page length,
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commenting that the text seemed to be constant blabber ... as
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if it was a term paper that needed to be an EXACT length and
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a person wanted to find a way to extend some words. That is
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why this text is coming into existence -- to keep things
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concise, clear, and less wordy. Plus, there was some
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inconsistencies that were noticed in the story, which will be
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corrected in the following text.
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ANOTHER BRIEF INTRODUCTION
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This is the Story Of Spam. The title is not fitting
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however in this text as it had been in others. In order to
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keep the reader disinterested in the text, some other things
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have been added, hence the name "Much Ado About Nothing In
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Orono." However, this text will be kept from becoming a
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constant blabber and if you do not like this new text, then
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please feel obligated to stick your head in a bucket of
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piranha fish. Also, some of the names of the people in this
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text have NOT been changed, and they will probably will never
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be able to get another decent job. Also, this will be the
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last story of Spam for the rest of the year.
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IIIII n the beginning, there was NovaNET. However, due to a
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I tragic blimp accident, much of the history of NovaNET
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I was lost. However, much is known about this computer
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I system after something called The Matt Thomas Era,
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IIIII which is an era that NovaNET signons were flung around
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like pennies in a auditorium that contains McKernan.
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However, at the start of recorded history, things began to
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change quickly. The entire universe was in shock as the
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Debmeister and The Guardian Of The Lips swooped down on
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NovaNETland and began to viciously attack people like crazed
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piranhas. And those who did survive the attack that caused
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the eventual collapse of the Matt Thomas era was subjected to
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NovaNET poverty and could do little or nothing. The Tower Of
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Babbling was destroyed, which destroyed Term-Talk instantly.
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Talkomatic was damaged as well, but it was not as hit as
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hard. According to legend, which was written in two large
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stone tablets that were carried down from Mt. Urbana,
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troutman/dialup/nova was the only one that was not effected,
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as his aurora was the best deflector for anything that the
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Lips and the Debmeister could dish out. The stone tablets
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turned out to be the Ten Commandments Of NovaNET, which were
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given to troutman during his visit to Mt. Urbana by the Great
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One after he solved his quest for a Shiva. This transaction
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truly marked the end of the Matt Thomas era.
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SPAM
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W W orking late one night in 1937 in his secret
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W W laboratory, Jay Hormel had a deadline lurking. He
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W W W worked at the Hormel Meat Company and he had several
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WW W WW thousand extra pounds of pork shoulder that he did
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WWWWW not know what to do with -- and he had to find
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something to do with all the extra meat before it
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rotted. He then began to mix different products into the
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meat and then a big black puff of smoke came up from the
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mixture and Jay averted his eyes from the sight. When he
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finally looked at the final product, he saw a huge cubical
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piece of meat. Carefully, he tasted the product, which
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tasted a bit odd, but yet had possibilities. He then began
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to market it as Hormel Luncheon Meat, which was as lame as
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the word "hip." Because of this lame name, a emergency
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meeting was held and the President Of Hormel offered $100 for
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a person to come up with a catchy name. After several
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minutes of pondering, Kenneth Daigneau stood up, yelled
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"SPAM", and ran down the hallway. Surprised, yet quick to
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adapt, the luncheon meat was dubbed the ever-holy name and
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the meat began to reproduce into its current definition -- A
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meat substance that is consumed at the rate of 3.8 cans per
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second and is sold in more than 50 countries. Margaret
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Thatcher ate it for Christmas dinner in 1943 and Nikita
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Khrushchev called it the only thing to keep the Soviet Army
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alive.
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Then 50 years later, Spam's birthday was celebrated in
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Minnesota. The luncheon meat was featured in many different
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ways -- a luncheon that featured a "all you can eat" Spam
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Breakfast for $1.99. Also, there was Spam Pizza and Spam
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submarine sandwitches. There was a Spam eating contest where
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contestants were timed as they ate a 7-ounce can of Spam.
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Only fingers were allowed, no utensils, and the only thing
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that they could drink was a 7 ounce glass of water. There
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was also a Spam sculpting contest, in which artist could show
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their favorite medium to work in. Also, the jamboree
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featured the Spam recipe contest, with live bands, and
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bicycle and foot races. Also, A Spam King And Queen was
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chosen.
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Also, much literature and music was written about the
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meat substance.
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3001: A SEARCH FOR SPAM
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As I made my way down the tunnel toward my favorite
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hangout, I got a pain in my stomach. I had only felt this
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way once before, but that was many years ago. The doctor
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told me that it was gas, but I knew this was much more than
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gas; it was a pain sent to me as a message from the gods. I
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felt better after a while, so I proceeded to my hangout.
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When I got there, it was empty except for the bartender.
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I approached him and ordered one Pepsi and a disk of Spam.
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He looked at me with deep concern and told me the whole
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complex was out of Spam. "How could this be?" I thought.
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"No Spam. Can I survive without Spam?" I asked the
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bartender if there was anything I could do to help find more
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Spam. He told me that a meeting was being held in the town
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square on the matter, and that everybody was there now.
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That's when I realized that the pain was a message telling me
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that I was the one that must save us all and find Spam.
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I jumped on my motorized tricycle and headed for the
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meeting. When I got there, a man was standing on a giant
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Tide box he had turned into a makeshift stage. He was
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saying, "As you all know, in the mid-21st century, we were
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driven underground by global warming. The only thing we took
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with us was a large supply of Spam, and as most of us have
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discovered, that supply has run out. We have other foods to
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eat, but we have all been eating Spam for so long, we now
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have a physical dependence on it. Without it, we will go
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mad. Our scientists have already made some digging machines
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equipped with Spam radar. I say we start a search
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immediately for another underground civilization that has the
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technology to make Spam."
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We all agreed and headed for the machines. Two people
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were assigned to each vehicle. My partner's name was Chris.
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His job was to watch the radar and mine was to drive. While
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most of the groups started moving outward, I had a hunch that
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the best way to go would be straight down. Chris thought I
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was crazy, but he wasn't driving. We went straight down.
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After we had driven down for two hours, it became hot,
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but luckily we had air conditioning. Chris watched the radar
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with an eagle's eye and his own eyes too, but there was no
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sight of Spam. We traveled for several more hours. When my
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stomach growled and Chris started to sweat from lack of Spam,
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there was nothing to do but what we did. I broke the glass
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panel labeled EMERGENCY. I took out a small can of Spam and
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shared it with Chris. Of course, we had other foods in the
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machine to eat, but I didn't want anything except for Spam.
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We had to find Spam now. If we didn't find some in less than
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24 hours, we would die for sure. There was no turning back.
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Just when we were about to turn back, Chris told me he
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had a faint Spam signal on the radar. We celebrated by
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licking the empty Spam can. The longer we traveled, the
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stronger the signal became. It got real hot. When Chris
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told me the air conditioner had broken under the strain, I
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barely heard him. We would be finding Spam soon, and that
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was all that mattered. I could almost feel that slimy meat
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replica going down my throat. "The Spam readings have shot
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off the scale. We should be finding the mother lode any time
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now," Chris told me. Suddenly we broke through a shell into
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a large chamber. A great aroma overcame us. It was Spam!
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"The instruments tell me that huge ball is two things.
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One, it is the very core of the Earth. Two, it is pure
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Spam," Chris said in a state of awe.
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At that very moment, a small ball of moldy Spam flew
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over my head. "Mold -- did you see mold? I didn't know that
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stuff ever went bad," I said to Chris. Then I spotted what
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had shot the ball at us. Two cats were evidently guarding
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the core. They were shooting catapults at us, but luckily
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they were bad shots. A closer look made us think that their
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cataracts had to do with it than luck, though. We paid them
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off with some catnip, so they let us pass. We grabbed a big
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chunk of Spam and headed back for the complex.
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When we got back, there was a huge celebration in honor
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of our Spam discovery. The crowd began chanting for a
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victory speech, so I gave them one. "Yo, Adrienne, I
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achieved Spamness." - By Damon Heitland Of Ada, OK
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The Monty Python Sketch - SPAM
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Cut to a cafe. All the customers are Vikings. Mr. and
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Mrs. Bun enter -- downwards.
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Mr. Bun: Morning.
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Waitress: Morning.
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Mr. Bun: What have you got, then?
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Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg, sausage and
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bacon; egg and spam; egg, bacon and spam; egg,
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bacon, sausage and spam; spam, bacon, sausage and
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spam; spam, egg, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked
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beans, spam, spam, spam, and spam; or lobster
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thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce
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garnished with truffle pate, brandy and a fried egg
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on top and spam.
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Mrs. Bun: Have you got anything without spam in it?
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Waitress: Well, there's spam, egg, sausage and spam. That's
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not got much spam in it.
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Mrs. Bun: I don't want any spam.
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Mr. Bun: Why can't she have egg, bacon, spam and sausage?
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Mrs. Bun: That's got spam in it!
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Mr. Bun: Not as much as spam, egg, sausage and spam.
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Mrs. Bun: Look, could I have egg, bacon, spam and sausage
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without the spam?
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Waitress: Uuuuuuuggggh!
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Mrs. Bun: What do you mean uuuuuggggh?! I don't like SPAM!
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Vikings: Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam ... spam, spam, spam,
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spam, spam ... lovely spam, wonderful spam ...
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Waitress: Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! You can't have egg,
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bacon spam, and sausage without the spam.
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Mrs. Bun: Why not?
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Waitress: No, it wouldn't be egg, bacon, spam and sausage,
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would it?
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Mrs. Bun: I don't like SPAM!
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Mr. Bun: Don't make a fuss, dear. I'll have your spam. I
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love it. I'm having spam, spam, spam, spam,
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spam...
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Vikings: Spam, spam, spam, spam ...
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Mr. Bun: ... baked beans, spam, spam, and spam.
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Waitress: Baked beans are off.
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Mr. Bun: Well can I have spam instead?
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Waitress: You mean spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam,
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spam, spam and spam?
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Vikings: ... spam, spam, spam, spam...
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Mr. Bun: Yes.
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Waitress: Arrrrgh!
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Vikings: ... lovely spam, wonderful spam ...
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Waitress: Shut up! Shut up!
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A Hungarian enters.
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Hungarian:Great boobies huneybun, my lower intestine is full
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of spam, egg, spam, bacon, spam, tomato, spam...
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Vikings: Spam, spam, spam, spam...
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Waitress: Shut up!
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Hungarian:My nipples explode...
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Cut to a historian.
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Historian:Another great viking victory was at the Green
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Midget cafe at Bromley. Once again the Viking
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strategy was the same. They sailed from these
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fiords here, assembled at Trondheim and wated for
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the strong north-easterly winds to blow their oaken
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galleys to England whence they sailed on May 23rd.
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Once in Bromley they assembled in the Green Midget
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cafe and spam selecting a spam particular spam item
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from the spam menu would spam, spam, spam, spam,
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spam...
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Vikings: Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam ... lovely
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spam, wonderful spam ... spam, spam, spam, spam,
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spam ... lovely spam, wonderful spam ...
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Mr. and Mrs. Bun rise into the air.
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CREDITS ROLL
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Monty Python's Flying Circus
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was conceived, written and spam performed by
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Spam Terry Jones
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Michael Spam Palin
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John Spam Cleese
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Graham Spam Spam
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Spam Chapman
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Eric Spam egg and Chips Idle
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Terry Spam Sausage Spam
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Egg Spam Gilliam
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Also Appearing On Toast
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The Fred Tomlinson Spam Egg Chips And Singers
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Research Patricia Houlihan and Sausage
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Make-Up Penny Penny Penny and Spam Norton
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Costumes Egg Baked Beans Sausage And Tomato, Oh,
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And Hazer Pethig Too
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Animations By Terry (Egg On Face) Gilliam
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Film Cameraman James (Spam Sausage Egg And Tomato)
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Balfour (Not Sundays)
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Film Editor Ray (Fried Slice and Golden Three Delicious
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Millichope (Spam Extra)
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Sound Chips Sausage Liverwurse, pheasant, spam
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newsagents, chips, and Peter Rose
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Lighting Otis (Spam's Off Dear) Eddy
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Designer Robert Robert Robert Robert Berk And Tomato
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Produced By Ian (mixed Grill) Macnaughton 7/6d
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BBC SPAM TV
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Service Not Included
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"Here is my list of demands."
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"I'm sorry, but plutonium is kinda hard to find."
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"Oh, that. You can just substitute Spam!"
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-Night Court
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Spamalope: "Fast as fast can be, no one will DARE to
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EAT ME!"
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- Mix Of The Far Side And Raphael
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Dareau's Parody Of A Famous Phrase
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On America's Funniest People.
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"Isn't it true that the state of Nebraska is entirely
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made up of Spam?"
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- Dave Barry, Bangor Daily News.
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BACK TO NOVA
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Laecretius, a fine and powerful sorcerer, was running
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level 14 in Avatar, roasting and toasting monsters like all
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fine young sorcerers do, and was having fun making the
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millions that he usually does, when all of a sudden he ran
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into something called Ninja. Ninja did not appreciate
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Laecretius teleporting into his room and awakening him from
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his nap, and instantly took out his Ginsu knives and sliced
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through Laecretius like the tin cans in the commercials.
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Laecretius yelled out "OH SPAM", fell to the floor, and
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promptly died. These words that he yelled were echoed around
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the walls of the dungeon and were actually amplified so that
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the entire dungeon heard his last words before Laecretius's
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total demise. Within the next few minutes, the conversations
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between warriors, magicians, thieves, etc, were about Spam
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and it happened so fast that it made people dizzy when they
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were finally subjected to the concept. People kept talking
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about their favorite items, but they wondered what it would
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be like if those particular items were made of Spam, for
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example, Helmet Of Spam. However, this topic was not totally
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liked, as people got sick of it rather quickly and yelled out
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"No more SPAM!" before they turned off their ability to
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receive messages of any kind from any other player of any
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kind, especially those characters that belonged to Raphael
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Dareau, the creator of the new NovaNET concept.
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As soon as alpert t became involved, KOR and SPAM became
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one and acted like a single unit.
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After the creation of the Spam phrases and the Nova
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concept of it, it began to spread at a rate that could not
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have been predicted by anyone. It overflowed not only
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AVATAR, but Nova itself and the local Bangor BBS's.
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Meanwhile, in a galaxy far away, Felix stood on the
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bridge of his Imperial StarShip watching over his dominion.
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His executive officer was monitoring the status of the
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portals of the other universes while Felix sat in his
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Captain's chair for the purpose of looking important. After
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all, there was not much to do as he had an iron fist over
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CERL and there was nothing that anyone could do about it.
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Finally, he felt like he should give an order to make
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himself look important.
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"Lieutenant Jones, would you please open a hailing
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frequency to Grog's Pizza and have them beam up 21 large
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grease bombs to go?"
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"Aye-aye, sir."
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Suddenly, the red alert alarms came on and a huge vessel
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appeared and fired. Felix's Imperial StarShip shook wildly.
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Felix's Tactical Officer then announced, "Incoming Vessel
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from the NOVA portal! Sensors indicate it is powered by a
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improbability drive!"
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Then pink blobs came out of a torpedo tube of the enemy
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vessel and began to stick onto the Imperial StarShip.
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"Sensors indicate no damage from the objects, however,
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they are creating excess mass on our hull, decreasing our
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maneuverability. The objects appear to be made of a Spam
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like substance."
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"Fire all available weapons.", Felix ordered.
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Powerful weapons lanced out into space but the other
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ships shields absorbed all of the energy quite nicely.
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"Incoming Message from the Enemy Vessel."
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"On screen.", Felix said with a sigh.
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"Don't be alarmed, Mr. Orotony. Be very very afraid."
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Felix kept firing, hoping that one of his phasers or
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torpedoes would knock out Merlin's main power source, a cup
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of tea, but all attempts failed. Theo destroyed the Imperial
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StarShip with a slingshot that was armed with a keg of Spam
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and Felix's vessel became a bowl of petunias and they sighed,
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"Not again!" before being destroyed by the flick of a sperm
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whales tail. However, Felix escaped in his trusty pod and
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headed back to Magrathea, which is an incredible clone to
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=pad. With the Spamalope, Merlin kept bombarding the planet
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with his Spam missiles and The Hitchhiker's Guide To The
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Galaxy, causing CERL to collect a fleet to destroy this
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nuisance. However, much of CERL was too far away to actually
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kill this person, so they offered high powers to him if he
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was to leave =pad alone. He agreed, but CERL squeezed out of
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the agreement, which encouraged Merlin, who was eventually
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joined by Raphael Dareau and Gecko (Thanatos). However, this
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portal was the only way to affect CERL and things from NOVA
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could not exist long within the alternate universe therefore
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the attacks did not maintain themselves.
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However, 21 large pizzas mysteriously appeared within
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Nova on a Thursday.
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Spam found several domains within the NovaNET world. It
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resided not only in AVATAR and =pad, but it found it's
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homebase within =purgatory, a notesfile that was quite like
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=pad, but it was locally based by Raphael Dareau and was
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known to have been somewhat of a success, as people actually
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used it. =Pad was the location of the portal that went to
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CERL, and Merlin frequently slung Spam into the Portal, not
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only hitting Felix and his Imperial StarShip, but he hit
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countless innocents as well. Then once CERL devised the
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ultimate defense, the Spam Shields and Death Threats, phrases
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were tossed out into the portals from sources such as Monty
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Python's Flying Circus, The HitchHikers Guide To The Galaxy,
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and Star Trek. The Star Trek itself was not regarded as bad,
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more of a sugar coating over the rest of the material that
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came through. The Death Threats did not work though, and the
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Spam Shields eventually eroded under the weight.
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However, the term "slinging" became quite popular, and
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the Pro-Spam people became to be known as "The Slingers Of
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The Spam."
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Then things became worse when many slingers were given
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higher powers on NovaNET. These higher powers were known as
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"meauthor".
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Then a few celebrations occurred. The Thomasrino and
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Merlin decided to cook a can of Spam at midnight at Merlin's
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house. The smell quickly engulfed the entire house, causing
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Merlin's Parental Unit to be resurrected to a state of
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consciousness. She quickly went to the head of the stairs
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and yelled "What IS that AWFUL smell?" As last report, it
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took 3 days to remove the essence of the Spam-Cookathon.
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Months went by. Then the Great Felixmeister, who had
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recovered enough funds to rebuild his Imperial StarShip,
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decided that he would extend more powers over more of
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NovaNET. He took firm control of Avatar, and then decided to
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change the entire look with the current version at CERL. He
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created monsters in the game that would finish the entire
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game, and people made suicide runs to the lowest part of the
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game and they quickly got toasted by Astral Traveller or by
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some other nasty. (Laecretius got toasted by Scubbi for 2881
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damage, which killed him too fast to enable him to yell "Oh
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Spam.") Then the game became different in the mass transport
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from CERL to NOVA. However, Spam at this time began to
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overflow into real-life in the Bangor area of Maine. Murph,
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Schultz, Winn, and a few others were hit the hardest, as the
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Slingers Of The Spam visited within their domain, a little
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place in Orono called CAPS, a truly marvelous place that you
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would not like to see. NOVA overlapped this place, and
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people frequently went here to use Nova en masse, creating
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huge groups of Characters to go down into the dungeon of
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AVATAR to make money. One such group was called =zhentarim,
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a group that was in direct competition with =warlond.
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=Warlond was headed by the mysterious Murphy S/Umaine, who
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for some reason vanished quickly after the Incident in
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Revelations.
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Murph and Schultz in particular, became quite annoyed at
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the visits of The Slingers Of The Spam, and Schultz, who ran
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the head-Warlock at the time, announced universally, "NO
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WARLOCK SHALL EAT SPAM!", not that they really paid any
|
||
attention. Murph bombarded the group by asking them: Do you
|
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have any thing else better to do?/Do you have homes?/I'll pay
|
||
you $5 if you go home RIGHT NOW. Raphael Dareau retaliated
|
||
with Merlin and Gecko acting as shields. However, the CAPS
|
||
group did have hearts, and decided that perhaps that if they
|
||
rescued these souls from the afterlife when they died in
|
||
AVATAR, that they might concede to their ideas. This never
|
||
happened however.
|
||
|
||
Then the Gods Of NovaNET got together in a conference
|
||
about the entire ordeal on Nova. They took special attention
|
||
to the course that the Spam ideals were taking, and they
|
||
decided it was much more obtrusive than anything that had
|
||
occurred. They decided to take action, showing these pitiful
|
||
people that they could me much more OBTRUSIVE than anything
|
||
else in the world. After they had completed this, they were
|
||
delighted with the results. They had made CERL and NOVA one
|
||
whole and complete Universe, taking away the breathing Space
|
||
that the Slingers Of The Spam had. Besides, this action
|
||
saved them $1 million a year, because it was very hard to
|
||
clean CERL from all the soiling the Slung-Spam had caused
|
||
them.
|
||
|
||
It was at this time in history that Raphael Dareau
|
||
to coin the phrase, "I'd like to change your mind...by
|
||
hitting it with a rock..."
|
||
|
||
Then it happened. Judgement Day.
|
||
|
||
The Debmeister swooped back down to the Earth and began
|
||
to attack people again, like the last time, but this time for
|
||
keeps. Again, Jim Troutman remained unaffected, as all blows
|
||
and such things that caused most of the other people on the
|
||
System to die remained ineffective. Indeed, few people
|
||
remained. Raphael Dareau survived, but barely. Murph, Winn,
|
||
and Schultz still survived. Leonardo still survives also.
|
||
Then, Debbe sucked all the ports out of existence, cutting
|
||
many contacts. A few of these people had signons, but they
|
||
had no way to use them -- except for the rare occasion that
|
||
the fabric of the local universe wears thin and the Nova
|
||
universe is visible through the crack in the fabric.
|
||
|
||
Then Spam slowly began to fizzle out. However, before
|
||
it lost more of it's sight, Raphael Dareau, Merlin, and Gecko
|
||
found out that Spam Pizza was not wholely bad (Even though
|
||
Gecko wanted his stomach pumped for a second time.), that
|
||
Merlin's Parental Unit can be made to evaculate the house
|
||
quickly and more efficently than ever imagined. The Boy's
|
||
locker room at Orono High School has a piece of Spam hidden
|
||
in the panels at the top of the ceiling -- which has been
|
||
there since November 3rd, 1991 (The Rats Haven't Touched It
|
||
Yet.) -- and Gecko had to do this to keep his parents from
|
||
poking and staring at it all of the time in the freezer.
|
||
Merlin also discovered a Can Of Spam in a stocking on
|
||
Christmas morning, which his Mom and his sister thought was
|
||
hilarious, until Merlin threated to cook it then and there.
|
||
The Spam Incident happened at the John Bapst Library, where
|
||
three members of the Anti-Spam (Leo, Don and the Sexman) took
|
||
a can of Spam that Raphael Dareau brought in, and threw it
|
||
across the entire room, causing the can to split when it hit
|
||
the floor, causing a horid smell and mess. The library still
|
||
smells like Spam to this day. (And the librarian thinks it
|
||
is a new wood cleaner.) Gecko has chased several teachers
|
||
away with just the mentioning of Spam. And finally, the
|
||
Thomasrino has decided to become Anti-Spam.
|
||
|
||
However, a prophet on top of King's Mountain decided
|
||
that it was written in the stars that Spam would make a
|
||
comeback some day in the near future, that is, if Eloise
|
||
Daniels doesn't make it completely as a Cartoon Superhero
|
||
with Dan Quayle.
|
||
|
||
The Slingers Of The Spam wait for its return...
|
||
|
||
However there are those who believe that Spam has
|
||
changed into another form. One of thses forms that it is
|
||
believed to had becomed is that of a IBM computer program
|
||
called TriTel. Tritel, however, resembled KOR more than it
|
||
resembles Spam, but this may not be entirely true. The only
|
||
real simularity between Spam and TriTel is that is was made
|
||
almost by the same way.
|
||
|
||
M.G. was working on his latest BBS program, which for
|
||
some reason did not seem to be working at the time, but he
|
||
spend many sleepless nights working on this program, a
|
||
supposed replacement for many BBS types. However, after many
|
||
times debugging the program, he finally was satified with the
|
||
package. It was at this time that he and Mutant Slime
|
||
decided it was time to give the program life. M.G. placed
|
||
the TriTel disk on a bench, and put electrical wires on the
|
||
disk and clamped them to the media. Then after clearing the
|
||
immediate area, Mark threw a huge switch, causing electricity
|
||
from Bangor Hydro to flow into the disk. Then the disk began
|
||
to move and Mutant Slime announced, "It's ALIVE!!"
|
||
|
||
Indeed, at that point, TriTel was born, and it began to
|
||
spread in almost the same exact way as Spam did, but on a
|
||
grander scale. Within 2 months, people in Europe heard about
|
||
TriTel and began to use it. But unlike Spam, TriTel's growth
|
||
did not reach the "deadly plateau", but it kept growing.
|
||
However, people decided that TriTel was not wholely KOR, as
|
||
it is editable, unlike KOR.
|
||
|
||
Several recipies were made involving triTel, but to
|
||
conserve space, we ask that you look at "How To Eat TriTel",
|
||
written by the same author as this publication.
|
||
|
||
Or was it?
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
If you hate these texts, you probabally won't like these
|
||
ones either:
|
||
|
||
y The Story Of Spam
|
||
y The Story Of Spam, Volume 2
|
||
y The Story Of Spam, Volume 3
|
||
y How To Eat TriTel
|
||
y Story Of TriTel
|
||
y Adventures Of Eloise Daniels the HEROINE.
|