From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu   
      
   TOM:	Ohh, come in, just about to float the table.   
   CROW:	Banc et banc, et monsieur, place your bet.   
   JOEL:	Hey, he's disguising his throat!   
   TOM:	Oh, boy, this has all the markings of a Clay Shaw party!   
   CROW:	Ladies and Gentlemen, Sandler and Young!   
   JOEL:	The gentlemen now retire to the back room to play Rack-O.   
   TOM:	Murray, use a coaster!   
      
   >	``Earth ... Luna ... Pluto ...   
      
   JOEL:	Goofy.  Scrooge McDuck.   
      
   >					Mars ... Saturn ... Jupiter ... ''   
      
   CROW: 	Secret Agent Super Dragon in a deadly game of Hungry Hungry Hippo!   
      
   TOM:	And, ah, this one, I don't think I need to tell you what it is.   
      
   > 	``I'm glad to see you, gentlemen.''   
      
   ALL:	Charmed.   
   JOEL:	The meeting of the Society of Guys Who Can Make A W   
   	will now begin.   
      
   --   
   								Joseph Nebus   
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   JOEL:	Oh, you can tell by the lawn furniture that he's a secret agent.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)