From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu   
      
   TOM:	It worked!  Hey, thanks, Skull.  C'mon inside, I'll write you   
   	out that check.   
   MIKE:	Mmm.  Nothing better than fresh-roasted skull.   
   TOM:	Mmm.   
   CROW:	I'll give you something to scream about, young skull.   
   MIKE:	I ain't sharing this with no-one!   
   CROW:	I'd scare Mickey with it but he's got a pile of them under   
   	his bed already.   
   TOM:	I'll cover this with candle wax and give it back to that hippie.   
   MIKE:	All right, here's the plan -- you run a short pattern, flat.   
   CROW:	The Skull emits a steady stream of chlorine all day,   
   	keeping your swamp sanitary.   
   TOM:	Okay, fetch, boy!  Oh, wait, I don't have a dog.   
   CROW:	Look, a large, biped squirrel!   
      
   --   
   								Joseph Nebus   
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   TOM:	Let's just say she was riddled with bullets.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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