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It's 7:19, and the fish are blahing
-- Friday, April 16, 2004 --
We try to ignore Terry's crazed mutterings as the night continues; most simply avoid that corner of the room, which is beginning to smell of cabbage. Briefly rejuvenated by cake and brownies, we toil on, narrowly avoiding lofting some of the older, sturdier Macintoshes over our heads and hurling them off the roof like bungee jumping, hardwired pidgeons. But without cords.
I could probably kill a buffalo with one of these.
But no buffalos present themselves for the slaughter, and so I am forced to make do squashing small insects beneath the might of my editing pen. Mwahahahaha.
The scene: Room 165
The characters: Abby and a Total Lack of Pizza Guy
Abby: damnit, where's my pizza?
Total Lack of Pizza Guy: ...
Abby: gah
Later
Abby: damnit, where's my pizza
Total Lack of Pizza Guy: sike, right here, yo
Abby: oh. ok.
Listen to the sounds of silence. For now.
> Abby 7:19 PM [108215797211173476]
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