From: ejanss1@nospam.verizon.net   
      
   Joseph Nebus wrote:   
   > JOEL:	The Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man *in chains*?   
   > TOM:	Kinky!   
   > CROW:	It's ... giant sweet breads.   
   > JOEL:	It's Body Wars.   
   >   
   >>	East Wind: ``Oh yeah ... Over here!  Near me!''   
   >   
   > JOEL:	What, it's a bag of Homer Simpson?   
   >   
   >>	``Are you the North Wind?''   
   >>	``No ... I am the mists ... '   
   >   
   >   
   > TOM:	And I'm relative humidity.  It's not so much the heat   
   > 	as it is *me*.   
   >   
   > CROW:	I'm the Summer Wind, come blowin' in.   
   >   
   >>	``And you!  Which one are you?''   
   >   
   > JOEL:	Oh, me?  I'm just the laundry.   
      
   Witch: "Back, winds, back into thy bag!"   
   Crow:  "Why dost thou even *have* the wind, if it bugs thee so much?"   
      
   Derek Janssen (who finds variations on the riff creeping into his normal   
   conversation)   
   ejanss1@verizon.net   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)