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CROW: ...So when he was chasing after this Sin-Eater character in the story I
just read, that black-and-white costume he had on was actually an
alien?
TOM: No, no. *That* costume was just a copy of the black-and-white one, put
together by Peter's ex-girlfriend, the Black Cat. I think the alien
might have been on the loose at that point, but I can't remember.
Bear in mind that this was *before* the alien costume bonded with
Eddie Brock who became Venom, to the delight of fanboys everywhere.
CROW: Oh, yeah. And Eddie Brock first went insane because he was in love
with Jean DeWolff, so he killed her and that other cop, oh, what's-his-
name, Stan Carter, and then he pushed Peter Parker off a building?
TOM: Uhh... not *exactly*, Crow. I think you need to go back and do a
little more research.
<Mike walks in, reading a copy of "Venom: Funeral Pyre">
MIKE: Hey, guys. What's up?
TOM: Oh, we were just discussing some of the finer points of that great
literary form, the comic book.
MIKE: Ah, I see... <continues reading> Say, who bought this one, anyway?
TOM: Uh... I don't, ah, know, really...
CROW: I don't think it was... no, it wasn't me...
MIKE: Okay, just wondering. This stuff is *really* *great*!
TOM: Uh, okay, Mike... Whatever you say...
<Mads' light flashes>
MIKE: Oh, boy. Looks like Liefeld and McFarlane are calling. <Hits button>
<Deep 13. Dr. Forrester is grinning evilly, and Frank is next to him looking
insipid.>
DR. F: Good afternoon, Puny Nelson. Heh, heh, are you in for a treat today!
At least, I think you are... we can't really tell. But first, without
further ado, let's start the invention exchange.
<SOL>
MIKE: <shrugs> Okay. Well, how many times have you visited your favorite
comic shop, only to find that the expensive comics you paid full price
for only a few months before are languishing in the three-for-a-dollar
bargain bins, where everybody can hear their pathetic little whining
voices begging, "Buy me! Oh, please, buy me!" as legions of fanboys
climb all over each other to get to the newest copy of Jim Lee's
"WILDCATS"? Well, with my newest invention, those days are a
thing of the past. <Bends down to pick up a large box that has all
sorts of lights and displays on it.> With my new Price-O-Matic, you
can have bargain comics prices at any time! Using advanced
time-circuits, along with the state-of-the-art Overstreet Component, I
can reduce the value of any comic in order to fit a neater budget.
Simply take a brand new issue, such as the one my able assistant Crow
will now hand me...
CROW: Here you go, Nelson. A brand new, cover-enhanced copy of Hulk #418,
featuring the wedding of Rick Jones and Marlo Chandler!
MIKE: Thank you, Crow. Now, observe as I place this comic in the
Price-O-Matic. <Sticks the book in an opening on the right side of the
box. There is a cheesy "whirring" sound, and the lights blink like
mad. Soon, the book is shoved out through another opening in the other
side of the box.> There. See? The comic book is now held in its very
own, dusty, slightly must-odored polybag, which is held shut by a small
piece of badly-yellowed Scotch tape. And, if you care to notice the
price tag, the book now costs only twenty-five cents! A breakthrough!
<Deep 13>
DR. F: Well, I don't think I would call it *that*, really. However, our
invention this week, despite being highly superior, is along somewhat
the same lines as your pitiful attempt. Frank?
FRANK: Okay, guys. This invention is called the Evaluator, which, um,
actually takes a nearly-worthless comic and, oh, what's the word, oh,
does something to it so that it's worth a lot more!
DR. F: Well said, Frank... NOT! Anyway, Gary Groth, take almost any copy of,
say, Wonder Man, and feed it into my machine. <He does just that>
What comes out is packed with useless backup stories, bad pinups, and
has a die-cut-shiny-foil-glow-in-the-dark-hologram cover enhancement!
<Holds up a gaudy, shiny comic book.> Guaranteed to bring a hefty price
from the legions of slavering fanboys!
<SOL>
MIKE: That's sick.
CROW: I don't know, it might help us get rid of all of these back issues of
"The Transformers"!
MIKE: Whatever. So, what are you plaguing us with today?
<Deep 13>
DR. F: Well, booby, I'm going to let Frank handle that one, too.
FRANK: Okay, this post is about, well, it's about... Hey, Steve, what *is* it
about, anyway?
DR. F: Ha ha ha! That's what you chumps up there get to figure out! Because
we don't have a clue! It's *that* *bad*!!! So sit tight, kids, and
get ready for some Really Deep Hurting. Send 'em the post, Frank!
<Bells, lights, sirens, all manner of visual and auditory chaos.>
MIKE: Aagh! We've got Usenet sign!
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<inside the theater>
TOM: I've got a baaad feeling about this.
CROW: Oh, stop with the Star Wars quotes, already.
>From: Glenda.Stocks
TOM: Wasn't she the good witch? The one who gave Dorothy the shoes?
ALL: Woof, woof!
> (Glenda Stocks)
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MIKE: Where "normal" has nothing to do with it!
>Subject: World grid 01
CROW: So, what, is this going to be about those little lines on a world
globe, or something?
MIKE: Somehow, I doubt it.
>Message-ID: <76608157...@rochgte.fidonet.org>
>Date: Sun, 10 Apr 1994 15:53:00 -0500
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>Lines: 89
TOM: Hmmm...that's not *too* bad...
CROW: Hah! Let's hear you say that 89 lines from now!
>
>Origin: XBN - 0076 - B:SPACELNK
> From: WALTER BARTOO Public
MIKE: I am not making this up!
> To: FRED SCHADECK
MIKE: Or that!
> Date: 03/29/94 at 10:33
> Re: DAN SMITH/PARADIGM SHIFT
ALL: <get up and move one seat to the left>
>-------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> > Good analogy of negitive social feedback loop Walter.
>
TOM: One.
MIKE: What are you doing?
TOM: Oh...uh...nothing, never mind.
CROW: Hey, I think we kind of walked into the middle of this, guys. Maybe we
should go... <starts to get up>
MIKE: <pulls Crow back into his seat> Nice try, Crow.
> WB> If you are ever out east, come experience the energy of this
> WB> vortex in our three story Pyramid.
TOM: SEE the power of the mighty Pyramid's vortex!
MIKE: HEAR the sounds of our Organ-Grinder's Corps!
CROW: FEEL the giddiness as you slowly descend into MADNESS!
ALL: You MUST experience the vortex!
TOM: Admission only $29.95.
> I am constantly amazed by what
> WB> folks get out of this experience and the positive effect it has
> WB> on them and their lives. regards Walter.
CROW: What, is he narrating himself? Asks Crow.
TOM: I don't know. Replies Tom.
>
> > A vortex is a expanding helix.
MIKE: I thought it was what formed in the bathtub when you let the water out.
TOM: That too.
> If one knows how, the temporary
> > creation of a "CHI" vortex is a simple matter.
TOM: Why would you want a vortex made out of Greek letters?
MIKE: And why would you be filling your bathtub with them?
CROW: And why would we care about any of this?
> Why bother to lock
> > it in place?
MIKE: And a very good question that is, too!
TOM: Be safe... use the CLUB!
> > Nuff' said...
CROW: Okay, bye! I'm outta here...
MIKE: <grabs Crow>
TOM: Ooo, guys! I think the main feature's starting!
>
>(WB) Hi Fred:
ALL: HI!
CROW: Wait a minute. None of *us* are named "Fred".
MIKE: So?
> We aren't locking it in, quite the contrary.
TOM: You ignorant fool.
> Density of
>matter is effected by the two helix energies.
MIKE: Uh, oh. This isn't a good sign.
CROW: I think it's a sign... of EVIL!
TOM: Two.
> In this respect things
>are held together by
CROW: Just a few measly strands of chewing gum.
TOM: And duct tape.
> the matter and anti matter waves in the Grid.
MIKE: Uh, oh. Sounds like Treknobabble to me.
TOM: No! You don't suppose--
MIKE: What, Tom?
TOM: Well... that she's somehow related to... RATLIFF!
CROW: If she is, we're in trouble.
>There are natural shifts that can occur in the natural grids and any
>shift in frequency in them detracts from material density of matter
>and effects the whole thing.
CROW: We're in trouble.
TOM: Three.
> It became necessary after certain things
>were understood in unatural changes being implimented to the Grid that
TOM: Four, five.
MIKE: That's really beginning to bug me, Tom.
>certain counter measures would be needed in order to effect the coming
>big shift.
CROW: Like a peristaltic shift?
MIKE: Yuck, Crow!
> The Big shift was in a long duration of a cycle that each
>phase in creation goes through. You might say this is how creation
>checks itself and re-establishs and fixes inconsitencies to each part
>effecting the whole.
MIKE: I have absolutely *no* clue what this woman is talking about.
TOM: Six, seven, eight.
CROW: Heeeeyyy... wait a minute! I know what you're doing! You're counting
spelling errors! You know the rules on spelling flames! It's
ramchip-deprivation time, buddy-boy!
TOM: Wha... me? No, I, um...
CROW: Oh, right. Don't try to deny it, Mr. Chromepants. You've been
counting spelling errors since this thing began!
MIKE: That *is* what it sounds like, Tom.
TOM: Oh, all right, already. YES, I've been counting spelling errors! YES,
I know this means I lose my ramchips! It's just that there are *so*
*many* spelling errors!
CROW: There's not as many as in a Ratliff fanfic, and you don't
spelling-flame *those*. Well, not as bad...
TOM: Yeah, but there are enough other things to worry about with those.
Anyway, Mike, I thought you'd be proud! You built us and programmed us
to be logical beings, with a high command of the language! We're
*supposed* to make fun of spelling and grammar mistakes! It's in our
nature! It's--
MIKE: Uh, Tom, I didn't build you.
TOM: Oh. Oh, right. That was the other guy. Never mind.
>
>However certain things were done that effected this reality into an
>unatural loop to the cycle.
MIKE: Like when the Fox network was set up.
CROW: Ha, ha! I still can't hear the words "Fox" and "network in the same
sentence without laughing!
>
>Those who understood this realised the effect if
TOM: They told anyone about it.
CROW: Call the white-coated men!
> left as it was as two
>distinct energies met would create an unsatisfactory change to the
>planet.
MIKE: Such as, but not limited to, people beginning to walk everywhere on
their hands, all dogs sprouting antlers, a third pantleg sewn into all
new jeans, even though everybody still has only two legs, and all
restaurants becoming Taco Bell.
TOM: Brrrr! That last one gave me the creeps!
CROW: Hey, Nelson, you oughtta dye your hair bright yellow.
> Those controling and working with the matter and ant-matter
CROW: Is that like what's left on the bottom of your shoe when you step on an
ant?
TOM: We don't *wear* shoes, Crow.
>grids had one objective and that was to control and prevent natural
>change.
MIKE: Just like those guys in Congress.
> This was done by pumping huge amounts of
TOM: Processed cheese!
CROW: Whipped cream!
MIKE: Bug juice!
> energy into and
>through the grid at exact vortex locations.
TOM (announcer voice): So come on out and lease one of our handy new vortices!
Take a look at *all* *five* of our vortex locations!
> This still is occuring and
>has created an overload on the vortex crossing points creating a break
>down at these junctions.
MIKE (singing): Conjunction Junction, what's your function...
> It then became necessary to instigate a
>safety measure in the Grid set-up in the event the old grid self
>destructed.
MIKE: So we just nailed up a big sign that said "CAUTION: Grid may
self-destruct", but the kids just spray-painted it.
CROW: I wish this post would self-destruct.
> The new grid now in place can handle frequency shifts into
>any new octave easily.
CROW: It just hikes up its shorts and sings falsetto.
> Theres a capture effect in place allowing one
>to accept the energy in the event of the destruction of the other.
>None instigating this in working to prevent natural Earth changes saw
>or understood what they were playing with or the effects it would have
>on the planet by manipulating the energy in the old grid.
TOM: Gibberish, gibberish, emil quarnting fud!
MIKE: Whoah! Tom! Are you okay?
TOM: <shakes briefly> Whew. I think so. The post just kind of got to me
for a minute.
>
>My last conversation with a scientist who understands the grid and the
>effects of overloading of the old grid
MIKE: Took place in the nice building where the doctors kept both of us.
They told us the bars on the windows were for our own good.
> had reservations
TOM: At the Cafe Du Freud,
> of it surviving
>what was going on. Although all of this is under advanced
>Physics
TOM: No, all of this is under Advanced Lunacy.
> I feel my part in the safety net will work even though I do
>not understand all the variables I'm working with or could even hope
>to understand the equations involved or the reaction outcomes they
>suggest.
MIKE: In fact, I don't know anything about any of this, and I am just making
it up as I go along. I'm so embarrassed.
TOM: The only reason I'm working here is because they told me they'd wipe
out my criminal record if I did.
CROW: They won't even let me shave my legs anymore since I complained about
the cold water!
> You might say I'm intuitively doing it and playing it by ear.
TOM: No, no. *You* might say that. *I* might say you that there's probably
something funny in your drinking water.
CROW: *I* say that delusional lunatics shouldn't be given net.access.
>I'm being told and being shown what to do in my part.
TOM: And one of these days, they're actually going to let me do something.
> My gut feeling
>having the location, device and means is why me?
MIKE: My thoughts exactly.
> I have everything
>assembled as of yesterday
TOM: To rule the WORLD!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
> to impliment the Fix.
MIKE (singing): Why don't they...
ALL (singing): ...Doooo what they say...Saaaay what they mean?
MIKE (same): Oh, baby...
ALL (same): ...One thing leads to another!
> The next step being to
>put everything as I've been shown in the Matrix Grid on the site in
>the power rod set-up. I've got several scientist nervous at the next
>stage.
TOM: They think I will blow them up. I keep telling them no, I will not
blowthem up but they dont listen to me and I can't undersand why.
MIKE: Hey, that's pretty good, Tom.
TOM: Thanks.
> However it has to be done. Once done you will have four energy
>fields overlapping each other in the matter, antimatter, pulse of
>holding this planet together.
MIKE: I dunno, I'm not so sure I want this woman working on anything that's
got any possible earth-shattering effects.
CROW: They're just *telling* her that, Mike. Her only "important,
far-reaching" work is to go get sandwiches.
> This is the part of the Paradigm shift
ALL: <get up and move one seat to the left>
>few yet understand.
TOM: Myself included.
> If this weren't done an implosion could occur if
>and when the old grid suddenly were to burn out, which it is close to
>doing now.
TOM: Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously, and
every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light.
MIKE: And that's bad, right?
>
>My delima is I cannot just ask for help!
ALL: YES!!! YOU CAN!!! PLEASE!!!
MIKE: A copy of Webster's would be a good place to start.
> Even thou I might be feeling
>that I need it.
ALL: YES!!! YOU DO!!!
TOM: Finally! A coherent thought!
> Those close to me
CROW: Sometimes complain about the smell, but I ignore them and think about
bowling.
> who understand in part this
>technology and science are not being overly supportive as even they do
>not see what i've been shown or clearly understand what we are doing
>or why or what will happen.
MIKE: News flash, Glenda! That's probably because they are NORMAL!
>
>I mean fred we are not working from blue prints.
TOM: This is all from Fred MacMurray's head.
CROW: They're also working on the Flubber project, and have built a flying
car!
> This has never been
>done before, and I have only my intuitive side to draw from that has
>never ever proved wrong
CROW: What, never, ever, *ever*?
> even in what most would consider the
>impossible or insane from a reality point of view of any known logic
>in how things work.
MIKE: Gentlemen, I think we have almost achieved Self-Realization!
CROW: She's almost beginning to make sense, too!
TOM: When we get out of here, we'll have to check and see if there are pigs
flying by the windows.
> There is nothing experience wise to validate or
>draw from in where this is going.
TOM: Boggle, boggle!
CROW: AAAHHH!!! My logic circuits are overheating!!! AAAHHH!!! I-- Wait.
Whew. Okay, the Babble Buffer kicked in.
> Want my job?
MIKE: Noooo... really, you can keep it. I'll stick with being a lab rat in
space. Honest.
> There are somany
CROW: Isn't that a place in France where they make wine? Somany?
MIKE: And that comment just cost you *your* ramchips, too, Mr. T. Robot.
CROW: What? It was just a clever little joke! Not even a spelling flame!
TOM: Heh, heh.
>unknowns here I at times feel completely alone although I know I'm
>not.
TOM: ...Because over there's Nine-eyes, and the Tentacled Man, and Lumpy
the Walking Potato, and the Talking Dog, oh, and over there in the
corner is John_-_Winston!
MIKE: But I still feel *all* *alone*. <sigh>
> There are others doing this
CROW: Working on strange, inexplicable, bafflingly cosmic projects? Or
posting about them on Usenet?
MIKE: Now *there's* a scary thought!
TOM: Hey, guys! I think we're getting close to line 89!
ALL: Yaaaayyy!!!
> and we are working together all over
>this planet.
ALL (singing): Come on, people now... Smile on your brother, everybody get
together, try to love one another right now.
> In making that statement it is not like we are sitting
>
<pause>
MIKE: Sitting where? On your hands? In a bathtub?
CROW: Next to a swarthy knife-thrower? With fish in your pants?
TOM: I don't understand it. That *should*'ve been the last of it. Do you
suppose she just stops in the middle of the sentence like that?
CROW: Must be. C'mon, let's get out--
>Continued in the next message...
>
ALL: AAAAAAAAHHH!!!
CROW: If I *ever* get to Earth, I *swear* Dr. Forrester is a dead man!
>
>From: Glenda...@f201.n330.z1.fidonet.org (Glenda Stocks)
TOM: Just click your heels together and say, "There's no place like home"...
ALL: There's no place like home... there's no place like home...
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>Subject: World grid 02
CROW: We know, we know, just get on with it!
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ALL: Woof, woof.
>Date: Sun, 10 Apr 1994 15:53:00 -0500
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TOM: Why, thank you!
CROW: Shut up, Servo. Don't encourage her.
>Lines: 41
TOM: Well, that's not *too* bad...
CROW: That's what you said over 89 lines ago!
>
>Continued from the previous message...
CROW: We know! We know! Just get on with the %@$#!ing message!
MIKE: Crow! Watch your language!
CROW: All I did was hold the shift key down and hit some numbers! Here, let
me show you.
MIKE: *%@$%$!
CROW: See?
MIKE: That felt kinda good.
>
>down and discussing each part and phase we are creating as a
>scientific team would. Each part thou connected
TOM: Art an abomination unto God and Man! Thou must hasten to brushest up
on thy Writing Skills before thou postest again on Usenet!
> are in reality working
>as a team in ways incomprehensable to the other parts.
MIKE: I think pretty much *all* parts of this post are incomprehensible.
>
>Sorry for the long reply.
MIKE: And for the fact that it didn't make a lick of sense.
TOM: And for the fact that I wasted time and bandwidth spreading my
incoherent babblings like Cheez Whiz on a cracker.
CROW: And for the fact that I'm named after a character in "The Wizard of
Oz". But at least a good one, though.
> I guess I just needed to express some of my
>thoughts.
CROW: No, you *need* a therapist. You *wanted* to express some of your
thoughts.
TOM: Such as they are.
> Hope I did not bore anyone.
MIKE: <snoring sound> ...Hmm? Wha-- ? I'm sorry, what did you say?
> Guess I'd better sort through
>the three boxes of goodies that arrived yesterday
TOM: Vials and vials of Thorazine!
CROW: Oh, boy!
> and start putting
>the next stage of the complex puzzle together in the Pyramid.
>
>regards Walter.
CROW: Wait a minute. I thought her name was *Glenda*? What the heck is
Walter still doing around?
MIKE (announcer voice): And will he raise the money for his wife's operation?
TOM (same): Will he break off the relationship with Molly, his lover? And
what about Esmeralda?
>
>referrence Material:
TOM: I don't believe it. She's supplied a bibliography for a Usenet post?
CROW: And not even a very good one, either.
> In understanding the new science, the world grid,
>Pyramids creation and UFo's.
MIKE: And sentence fragments.
> There are two great books now available
>full of this interesting enlightening knowledge.
TOM: Interesting?
MIKE: Enlightening?
CROW: Sickening?
>
>The World Grid and The Bridge To Infinity,
MIKE: When I was a kid, on Earth, the county Road Commission tried to build a
bridge to infinity, but they ran out of tax money.
>By : Bruce Cathie. American West Publishers. P.O. Box 986, Tehachai,
ALL: Geshundheit!
>CA. 93581. Tel# 805-822-9655
>
>I highly recommend these two books in understanding the Paradigm shift
ALL: <wearily get up and move one seat to the left>
CROW: Hey, we're running out of seats here, guys!
>and whats really going on!
TOM: I am still figuring all of this this out, and I have made some head way
on the whole matter, that being the matter of the grid energy effecting
the earth, but haven't had the time to-- oh wait, the scientists are
calling for their sandwiches.
> Then you can go nuts with the rest of the
>awakening group so few understand.
TOM: Well, I guess you could say that's at least a semi-coherent thought.
>
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ALL: Woof.
MIKE: Come on, guys, I'm tired.
>
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MIKE: Whew. Okay, guys, I know you both had your ramchips taken away, but I
might change my mind if you can answer one question for me: What did
we learn from sitting through that post?
TOM: Umm... I, uh...
CROW: Well, you see, if you... um...
TOM: Oh, oh! I know! Don't name a baby Glenda, especially if it's a boy.
All that teasing can dirve a person mad!
CROW: Yeah! And also learn how to test the water wherever you are, using
common household items!
TOM: And don't post articles about pseudo-scientific gobbledygook on Usenet
if you're incapable of explaining yourself or even using proper
English!
CROW: And stay away from alt.paranormal!
MIKE: Well, okay, I guess that's about as good as we're going to get, since
there really *wasn't* anything to learn from that post, and-- oh,
geez, the Mads are calling again. <Hits the button>
<Deep 13>
DR. F: So, Nelson! Did poor Glenda Stocks send you on a one-way trip to
Loonyland?
FRANK (in background): Boy, I hope not!
DR. F: Shut up, Frank.
<SOL>
MIKE: No, actually, that post wasn't quite as painful as some of the ones
that make some sort of sense. The trick was to just ride the waves of
insanity out, and not succumb to their calling. In, say, a Ratliff
fanfic or a John_-_Winston post, that's not entirely possible, because
we can understand just about everything those authors are trying to say
well enough to fall victim to the crazed babblings they present.
<Deep 13. Frank is offscreen.>
DR. F: Hmmph. It sounds like you've been doing a lot of thinking about this,
Jung man. I'm not very happy with that, so cut it out. In fact, I'm
not happy with the whole experiment today. I was sure Glenda would
have you rolling on the floor in a puddle of your own drool. Ah, well,
better luck next time. Frank? <There's a muffled "bang" from
offscreen.> Frank!
<Frank enters, covered with shiny metal foil. "FRANK" is printed all over the
foil, which also bears numerous holograms.>
FRANK: Aaaah! Help, Steve! I was looking at the Evaluator, and I
accidentally dropped it, and it *exploded*, and *look*! Aaaah!
DR. F (to Mike): Well, it looks like that's all for today, Nelson. I've got
to get Frank out of there so I can punish him for breaking my machine.
Heh, heh, heh. So, until next time... <pushes the
button>
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The main characters, situations, and strange habits related to Mysery Science
Theater 3000 and featured herein are the properties of Best Brains, Inc., and
their use in this MiSTing is not meant to bother them in any way.
All comic book characters and situations described in this post are the
property of Marvel Comics, which, I think, might be owned by some parent
company whose name eludes me, but then again, maybe not.
This post is also not meant as a personal attack on Glenda Stocks, or the other
posters to whom she was responding. This, however, does not change the fact
that her post made little, if any, actual sense.
>My delima is I cannot just ask for help! Even thou I might be feeling
>that I need it.
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Michael R. Warner mwa...@uoft02.utoledo.edu
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"All that I cherish, what I hold/Precious to me is not gold/Treasures of
the heart cannot be bought, cannot be sold..." --Frozen Ghost