From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu   
      
   MIKE:	Yes, the Bronx, Gateway to the Great Lakes!   
   TOM:	The graffiti's rather tamed.   
   CROW:	Their uniforms have a black, breatheable cotton panel.   
   MIKE:	We're here to see the one-bedroom!   
   TOM:	Garry, how do you keep your helmet from fogging up?   
   CROW:	Why are the Mercury Seven here?   
   MIKE:	We are the men from Service Master!   
   TOM:	Okay, first we'll ask them nicely to turn down their TV.   
   CROW:	Oh, they're rehearsing a David Mamet play.   
      
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   								Joseph Nebus   
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   MIKE:	Hi!  Say, you guys feel like leaving the Bronx?   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)