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\ /_ _ (_ _____/ hogs of entropy issue #119
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\ _ / \___ | | ___) "rise of the mogels, part three"
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| ) / | | ) \ by -> mercuri
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'----` |_ _\_ _>______ _\ oink.
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"aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" they stopped, took a breath, and continued.
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"aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
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<two minutes later>
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jubjub to froboy: shit, this is a long drop.
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froboy: <sarcastically> do ya think?
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the van screams past a sign that reads, "BOTTOM OF GORGE: 8 MILES"
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Nybar said to himself, "Self, this must be an often traveled route." He
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responded. "Good thinking, Self."
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As Jubjub's body violently smashed on the sides of the van his hed
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crashed through the passenger side window.
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"Mercuri?"
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"Jubjub?"
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"Mercuri!"
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"JUBJUB!"
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Jubjub: What are the odds that you would be *cliff-diving* from the very
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same cliff we are falling from?
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Mercuri: Dunno. I'm still in algebra.
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Jubjub: Fool.
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Mercuri: Legface.
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Jubjub: So how have you been?
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Mercuri: Can't complain... you going to dummercon?
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Jubjub: No, I can't. Summer camp.
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Mercuri: Haha. Just tell your parents you don't want to go this year.
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Jubjub: That'd never happen.
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Mercuri: So how are you planning on getting out of that van before the shit
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hits the fan?
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Jubjub: Nybar is working on something inside. He says it's some sort of
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thrusting mechanism which will increase the draf... hell, i don't remember
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what he said, you know nybar... wordy braniac.
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Mercuri: Yeah.
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*awkward silence*
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Mercuri: *cough* So anyway, why don't you just get out of the van and get
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into a cliff diving position like I am?
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Jubjub: But nybar is working really hard on these thrusters... I don't want
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to hurt his feelings.
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Mercuri: If you want to live, you have to do what I do.
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<both jubjub & mercuri focus toward a sign that says "CONSTRUCTION NEXT: 2
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MILES">
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Jubjub: Odd.
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Mercuri: Yes.
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*akward silence*
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Jubjub: So I got these pictures of Nybar with only his underwear on...
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*even more akward silence*
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<seconds later, nybar flies out the back end of the fan with a jet-pack on,
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laughing hysterically>
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Mercuri: Okay, Nybar flew the coop. You need to get in this diving position.
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Jubjub: I can't believe he did that... AGAIN!
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Mercuri: This happens often.
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Jubjub: Every fourth year, right after elections.
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<both mercuri & jubjub take a moment to ponder>
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In unison: Weird.
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FroBoy: We're out of biscuits!
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WILL FROBOY FIND BISCUITS? WILL JUBJUB LIVE? WILL MERCURI LIVE? WHAT
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HAPPENED TO NYBAR?
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TUNE IN NEXT TIME!!
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #119 -- written by mercuri -- 6/11/97 *
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