From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu   
      
   CROW:	Strange way for lodge brothers to greet each other.   
   TOM:	Don't just do somethign!  Stand there!   
   CROW:	Tiny -- bubbles -- in my -- larynx!  Aagg ... acch ...   
   JOEL:	Not on either side ... ooh.  Sorry.   
   TOM:	Kill your brother!  It's the only way to reinforce the director's   
   	White Male Reality.  Take the shot.  Come on!   
      
   > 	[ She shoots. ]   
      
   JOEL:	Mom -- always -- did like you -- best!   
   CROW:	Gee, I ... I missed.   
   JOEL:	Now, I know you just shot your brother, but why don't you just   
   	 ... come over here and love me a little bit?  Yeah ...   
   JOEL:	Love me ... love me!   
      
   TOM:	Meanwhile, at the Okarina ...   
      
   --   
   								Joseph Nebus   
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   JOEL:	Get behind the couch you two -- the redcoats are coming.   
   	All right, little death satellite, Joely's got the exo-pinchers   
   	on and he's nobody's sweetheart!  You and me goin' round and   
   	round, mano a mano.  Here comes lunch.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)