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Game:    Authors
Players: Bremner (Zagat's Restaurant Survey), EstenC (Japanese-Translated
         Instruction Manual), JonPryce (The Holy Gospel), Mochrie (A
         Computer Science Textbook), PaulMerto (Terrence Dicks...the author
         of "Doctor Who")
Title:   "Joe Bloggs Takes The Tube"

<Bremner>   IF JOE BLOGGS NEEDS TO GET "ON THE NO-ATMOSPHERE" NORTHERN LINE,
            HE SHOULD COME TO THIS "FIRST-RATE" TUBE STOP IN BELGRAVIA. "TOP
            NOTCH SERVICE AND MUSIC" FROM THE BUSKERS DON'T DETRACT FROM THE
            "ETHEREAL NORTHERN LINE EXPERIENCE."

<PaulMerto> <BZZZZT>

<EstenC>    TO GET TO TUBE SHOP TAKE WEST LINE UP BEING IN TRAIN. TRAIN GO
            FROM 4 PM FROM STATION CALLED CRESENT MORNINGTON. CATCH TRAIN TO
            BE IN DIRECTION OF LINE. NORTHERN GOING LINE WILL BE IN DIRECTION
            OF WANT.

<Bremner>   <BZZZZZZZZTTTTTT>

<JonPryce>  LOL...
<Mochrie>   So authentic!

<JonPryce>  AND THE LORD SAID TO MOSES, "TAKE TWO OF EACH CATTLE, AND HIPPO,
            AND ASS AND BRING THEM DOWN, DOWN BELOW THE EARTH TO THE TUBE...
            AND BRING THEM TO FINCH STATION WHERE THEY SHALL BE SAFE FROM
            THE FORTY DAYS AND NIGHTS OF FLOODING. FEAR NOT FOR THE FARE,
            FOR JESUS WILL COME AND SPLIT TWO TOKENS AND FIVE TICKETS AMONGST
            THE PEOPLE."

<EstenC>    <BBZZZZZTTT>

<Mochrie>   THE TUBE THAT JOE BLOGGS IS RIDING IN IS BEING RUN BY THE MOST
            MODERN COMPUTER SYSTEM EVER DEVISED. THE PROGRAM THAT OPERATES
            IT IS SIMPLICITIY ITSELF, A VERY ELEGANT PROGRAM OF SLEEK DESIGN.
            RELYING ON THE PRINCIPLES OF POINTERS AND OBJECT-ORIENTED
            PROGRAMMING, THE TUBE CAN EASILY TAKE OUR PASSENGERS, IN THIS
            CASE, JOE BLOGGS, TO ANY STATION ON THE NORTHERN LINE THAT HE
            WANTS. INDEED, THE NORTHERN LINE ITSELF IS A TECHNOLOGICAL
            MARVEL, OF BELLS AND WHISTLES...

<JonPryce>  <DING DONG> Whoops, pressed the wrong button! <BBZZZZZTT>
<EstenC>    Hang on, there's somebody at the microwave...
<Mochrie>   LOL!

<PaulMerto> THE TUBE STATION WAS RAIDED BY DALEKS. THE DALEKS STARTED
            EXTERMINATING EVERYONE. JOE BLOGGS, WHO WAS THE DOCTOR IN
            DISGUISE SAW A TUBE HANGING OFF ONE OF THE DALEKS. HE GRABBED
            THE TUBE AND RAN. THE DALEKS BLEW UP AND CAUSED A SEVERE
            CONTINUTY PROBLEM.

<Mochrie>   <BZZZZZZZZZT>

<Bremner>   WITH NEW CHEF ROGER DALEK, GUESTS CAN'T "MIND" THE "GAP LEFT BY
            CHEF PIERRE CAMDENTOWN'S DEPARTURE." AND RECENT DECOR MAKEOVERS
            HAVE CAUSED GUESTS TO SAY "WHERE'S THE WAY OUT?"

<PaulMerto> <BZZZZT>

<EstenC>    FIND THE EXIT IS IMPORTANT. IF NOT FIND THE EXIT, TRAIN DEPARTURE
            WILL BE POSSIBLE NO MORE. PLEASE TO FIND EXIT BEFORE DEPARTING
            TIME IS NEAR. NOT WANTING DELAY CONTROLLERS.

<Bremner>   <BZZZZZT>

<JonPryce>  AND THE LORD SAID, "JOE BLOGGS, MY SON, LEAVE THE NORTHERN LINE
            AND ENTER THE STATION KNOWN AS ISRAEL! FOR IF YOU DO NOT, THE
            HIGH JEWISH CONTROLLERS WILL COME AND CRUCIFY YOU! AND JOE BLOGGS
            DECIDED TO SPIT INTO A BOWL OF WATER AND TRANSFORMED INTO WINE.
            AND HE GOT RIP-ROARIN' DRUNK!"

<EstenC>    <BZZZT>

<Mochrie>   EACH OF THE STATIONS ALONG THE NORTHERN LINE, INCLUDING CLAPHAM
            SOUTH, CLAPHAM COMMON, CLAPHAM NORTH, AND INDEED, YES, NOT
            FORGETTING TOTTENHAM COURT ROW, ARE LINKED TOGETHER WITH A SERIES
            OF FIBRE-OPTIC AND COAXIAL CABLES. WITH THIS SYSTEM, THE DATA
            (SPECIFICALLY ARRIVALS AND DEPARTURES) CAN BE EASILY UPLOADED
            AND DOWNLOADED AT THE APPROPRIATE JUNCTURES WHEN THE TRAIN IS
            APPROACHING THE SPECIFIC STATION IN QUESTION. WITH THE ADDITION
            OF A LARGE HARD DRIVE (KNOWN IN THE COMPUTER FIELD AS A *BIG
            MOTHER*), BRITISH RAIL CAN EASILY MANIPULATE THE DATA, CAUSING
            MASSIVE DELAYS ALONG THE LINE, WHICH OF COURSE IS JUST BUSINESS
            AS USUAL FOR BRITISH RAIL.

<JonPryce>  <BBBBZZZZZZZZTTTT!!!>

<PaulMerto> THE HARD DRIVE WAS CONNECTED TO A GIANT WAR ROBOT DESIGNED BY
            THE EVIL ZAGAFLAZK. THE WORLD WAS TERRIFIED OF THIS RATHER CHEAP
            LOOKING PEICE OF CARDBOARD. AND ALL WHO WERE SHOT BY IT'S
            WEAPONRY SCREAMED AND FELL OVER MINUTES AFTER THE GUNS WERE SHOT.

<Mochrie>   <BZZZZZZZT!!!!!!!!!!>

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Game:    Authors
Players: Bremner (Annoying descriptions on the back of bath products),
         EstenC (Enid Blyton), JonPryce (Jean Rabe), Mochrie (William
         Shakespeare)        
Title:   "The Teletubbies Come For Dinner"

<Bremner>  WHEN YOU HAVE THE TELETUBBIES OVER FOR DINNER, POUR TWO CUPS OF
           TUBBY CUSTARD INTO A BOWL, SNIFF, AND WATCH MOTHER NATURE FILL
           YOUR BODY AND PSYCHE WITH ETHEREAL DELIGHTS. WAIT FOR A WHILE,
           AND SOAK IN THE MOMENT FOR YOUR DOORBELL TO SING WITH MIRTH WHEN
           THE TUBBIES ARRIVE.

<Mochrie>  <Buzzzzzzzzz>

<EstenC>   "SHALL WE HAVE SOME GINGER SNAPS AND ORANGE POP?" ASKED TINKY
           WINKY. "YES, WE SHALL" REPLIED PO. "GOSH, ISN'T THIS FUN!" SAID
           DIPSY. "WHY DON'T WE HAVE AN ADVENTURE?" ASKED LAA-LAA. "YES,
           LET'S!" CHORUSED THE OTHERS. SO DIPSY GAVE THEM ALL POISONED
           TWIGLETS.

<Bremner>  <buzzzzz>

<JonPryce> TINKY-WINKY RUSHED UP AND SAID, "LET'S ALL ACT LIKE WE HAVE NO
           VOCABULARY AND WANDER POINTLESSLY IN THE DESERT." LAA-LA SAID,
           "YES, AND LET'S INTRODUCE A BUNCH OF HALF-BAKED UNDER-DEVELOPED
           CHARACTERS THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO ACT AS MAIN CHARACTERS." DIPSY
           SAID, "WHAT ABOUT MY TWIGLETS?" PO SAID, "I'D SAY SOMETHING BUT
           THAT WOULD RISK ME BECOMING A DEVELOPED CHARACTER."

<EstenC>   <Bzzzzzzz>

<Mochrie>  AND FORSOOTH, THERE CAME A TIME WHEN THE TELETUBBIES DIDST TAKE
           DIPSY'S TWIGLETS TINGED WITH THE ESSENCE OF NIGHTSHADE, AND DIDST
           DEVOUR THEM HEARTILY. AND LO, PO, HIS HEAD DIDST SPIN, AND HE
           DIDST SPEAK IN HIGH-PITCHED TONGUES. AND THE SUN, A ROUND ORB OF
           DEEPEST ORANGE, CLAD WITH THE ODD FIGURE OF A YOUNG CHILD, BEGAN
           TO SET IN THE DARKENING SKY.

<JonPryce> <Bzzzzztttt>

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Game:    Authors
Players: AlastairM (Alastair McLeod), C-Manual (Instruction manual for
         assembling a desk), Dean-Enid (Enid Blyton), eecSting (e.e.
         cummings), JaneAuste (Jane Austen), Letter-Ed (A letter to the
         editor of a newspaper), MryWalker (Murray Walker)
Title:   "The Unfortunate Fate Of The Insurance Salesman"

<AlastairM> IT WAS TRAGIC WHAT HAPPENED THAT DAY.  OLD McKENZIE, THE
            INSURENCE SALES MEN FROM CAPE BRETON DECIDED THAT IT WAS TIME
            FOR HIM TO RETURN TO THE LIFE OF HIS FAMILY.

<Aud>       Buzz!

* Dean-Enid sheds a tear! ('Tis moving!)

<C-Manual>  HIS FAMILY CONSISTED OF SEVERAL DIFFERENT PIECES HELD TOGETHER
            BY 2 TYPES OF GLUE.

<Aud>       Buzz!
<SparkMan>  Heehehee

<Dean-Enid> HIS FAMILY MET IN A SHED, WHERE ADMISSION WAS BY PASSWORD AND
            THEY ALWAYS HAD CRAM CAKES AND LASHINGS OF GINGER BEER FOR TEA.
            "I SAY GEORGE" SAID JANET, "LETS HAVE A JOLLY ADVENTURE, WHAT
            HO?"

<Aud>       Buzz! LOL!

<eecSting>  shed(like,wood)&c ra mca ke s
            they,which along were
                   taken
            onther&)
            e(adventure)
            l ake(to which,they go)
                  was
              near
            &)kids

<Aud>       Buzz!
<C-Manual>  LOL!
<SparkMan>  Hehe!
<Letter-Ed> LOL! Cool!
<JaneAuste> Hehe!
<Letter-Ed> This looks like some bizarre computer language :)

<JaneAuste> AND ACROSS THAT LAKE MISS DARCY SAW MISTER ADAMS AND THOUGHT TO
            HERSELF THAT MR. ADAMS DID LOOK LIKE A JOLLY FELLOW, BUT SHE DID
            NOT KNOW IF SHE COULD LOVE AN INSURANCE SALESMAN SUCH AS HE. THE
            SUMMER SUN HAD BURNED HIS JOLLY ASS AND MISS DARCY COULD NO
            LONGER LOVE A MAN WITH A BURNED JOLLY ASS :)

<Aud>       Buzz! ROFL!!!!!!!!!!!
<eecSting>  LOL!
<Letter-Ed> Hehe!
<JaneAuste> Not very Jane Austen! :)

<Letter-Ed> DEAR SIR (OR MADAM): I WAS DEEPLY OFFENDED BY THE ARTICLE "THE
            UNFORTUNATE FATE OF THE INSURANCE SALESMAN" IN THE DECEMBER 22
            EDITION OF "THE SUNDAY STAR". I AM AN INSURANCE SALESMAN, AND I
            RESENT THE IMPLICATION THAT ALL INSURANCE SALESMEN HAVE BURNED
            JOLLY ASSES.

<Aud>       Buzz buzz buzz!!
<eecSting>  LOL!
<JaneAuste> LOL!
<C-Manual>  LOL!
<Dean-Enid> LOL!
<SparkMan>  Hehehe!

<Letter-Ed> I DON'T EVEN OWN A DONKEY...

<C-Manual>  LOL
<eecSting>  ROFL!
<Aud>       ROFL!!!
<Dean-Enid> Hey, penalties for improvising after the bell! :)
<Letter-Ed> I'm sorry, I had to!
<Aud>       I deduct a micro point from Emile!

<MryWalker> AND WE SHOULD BE SEEING SOME MASTERFUL DONKEY RIDING HERE TODAY.
            JUST WATCH AS THE INSURANCE SALESMAN REALLY IMPRESSES... OH NO,
            HE'S FALLEN OFF! WELL, WHAT A TRAGEDY ON THIS SECOND LAST,
            PENULTIMATE FINAL LAP. AND WE'LL BE SEEING SOME DEFINITE
            INSURANCE SALES NOW, UNLESS THESE ARE THE SALES, WHICH THEY ARE.

<Aud>       Buzz!
<Dean-Enid> LOL! God yr funny Marko :)
<Letter-Ed> Hehe!
<JaneAuste> LOL!

<AlastairM> YES......IT WAS THE SAME DONKEY HE HAD SEEN MANY YEARS AGO...THE
            ONE THAT KILLED HIS FATHER.  YES, THE CU MOR GLAS A'BHAIS WAS
            FOLLOWING HIM AND ALWAYS WOULD UNTIL HIS QUIT THE INSURENCE
            BUSINESS AND WENT BACK OUT TO SEA ON THE SKIFF. THERE, SPREADING
            CHUM INTO THE SEA...ONLY THEN COULD HE BE FREE.....

<Aud>       Buzz!

<C-Manual>  THE INSURANCE WAS ABORTED BECAUSE AN ALLEN WRENCH INSTEAD OF A
            FLATHEAD. THE DONKEY HAD TWO NUTS (A) AND (B). THESE TWO NUTS
            WERE TO BE INSERTED INTO SOCKET (C) AND (D) USING A SANDER THAT
            COULD BE PURCHASED AT HOME DEPOT FOR ONLY 59.95. THE HOME DEPOT
            OFFERS MANY DEALS FOR THOSE WHO ARE HARDWARILLY HADICAPPED!

<Aud>       Buzz!
<Letter-Ed> LOL!!!
<eecSting>  LOL!
<JaneAuste> LOL!
<Aud>       LOL!
<SparkMan>  Hehehehe!

<C-Manual>  WE CAN HELP YOU BUILD YOUR DREAM BOOKCASE...

<Aud>       Buzz!!!!

<Dean-Enid> PETER DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO INSERT THE NUTS INTO THE SOCKET SO HE
            ASKED THE FAIRY THAT LIVED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. BUT
            JULIAN CLARY DIDN'T KNOW EITHER...

<Aud>       ROFL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<SparkMan>  Hehehehe!
<JaneAuste> LOL!
<C-Manual>  ROFL!
<AlastairM> ROTFLMAO!!
<Letter-Ed> Oh that's awful!!! ROFL!
<Aud>       I want more! I can't buzz!
<Letter-Ed> That was too too perfect!

<Dean-Enid> SO THERE WERE MORE LASHINGS OF BUNS AND TEA ALL ROUND BEFORE
            THEY ALL WENT HOME FOR TEA.

<Aud>       Buzz! Woohooo Dean!

<eecSting>  don,key(&nuts);with
            buns(lashing)tea
                 of,fairy
            &dark
             s ol ace
                    insurance
            cl,ear(where to go?
            &how to,find
            burned
                   asses
           
<Aud>       Buzz!
<SparkMan>  Hehehe!
<C-Manual>  LOL!

* Aud stands and applaudes Will!
* C-Manual applauds!

<eecSting>  Thankee =)
<Aud>       Wooohooo!

<JaneAuste> ASSES, MISS DARCY WAS BACK TO THINKING ABOUT MR. ADAMS THE
            INSURANCE SALESMAN'S ASS, NOW IT WAS NO LONGER JOLLY, BUT
            BURNED...

<Aud>       Buzz! LOL!
<C-Manual>  Heh!
<AlastairM> What edition of Jane Austen have you been reading?  It's not
            Hugh Grant...oh, I suppose it is..
<JaneAuste> The good version of Jane Austen :)
<Aud>       Hehe!

<Letter-Ed> AND SURELY, WHY MUST SOCIETY ONLY CARE FOR THAT PART OF A
            SALESMAN'S ANATOMY! AND WHETHER IT'S BURNED OR NOT IS BESIDE
            THE POINT!

<Aud>       Buzz! LOL!
<eecSting>  Hehehehehe!
<JaneAuste> LOL!

<MryWalker> WELL, IT'S OBVIOUSLY BURNED, AND I SAY OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I CAN'T
            SEE IT. AND UNLESS I'M VERY MUCH MISTAKEN... I *AM* VERY MUCH
            MISTAKEN!

<Aud>       Buzz! LOL!
<Letter-Ed> LOL!
<eecSting>  Hehehe!
<eecSting>  Yay!
<Letter-Ed> Hehe!!! Great game!!!
<eecSting>  Good show everyone!
<Aud>       Wooohooo!
<Dean-Enid> Great fun! :)
<JaneAuste> Wooohoo! That was fun! :)
<Dean-Enid> You guys are very clever :)
<Aud>       Sorry Emile that I cut you off too soon!
<AlastairM> I had too much fun being a morose Celtic author! :) I even got
            some Gaelic in!

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Game:    Authors
Players: duddy (A pop star's autobiography), EmileJ (A "Two Fat Ladies"
         cookbook), Lisa00 (A children's story author), SinghSong (Michael
         Crichton)
Title:   "Trapped In Hell With Mom"

<duddy>     I WANDERED AROUND WEMBLEY STADIUM, WAITING TO GO ON STAGE.
            100,000 PEOPLE WERE SHOUTING MY NAME AS THE BACKING SINGERS
            CHECKED I WAS OK, FUSSING AROUND AS THEY ALWAYS DID. THEN
            SUDDENLY..

<Clive>     <BUZZ>

<EmileJ>    ...AND THEN, I COULD HEAR THE VOICE OF MY MOTHER. SHE'D TELL ME,
            "YOU CAN NEVER MAKE BUBBLE AND SQUEAK RIGHT, CAN YOU JENNIFER?"
            AND YET, TO THIS DAY, I'VE FOUND I'VE NEVER MADE IT QUITE LIKE
            SHE USED TO.

<duddy>     LOL!
<Clive>     <BUZZ>

<Lisa00>    JENNIFER TRIED VERY HARD TO PLEASE HER MOTHER.  HELPING AROUND
            THE HOUSE MADE HER MOM PROUD OF HER.  JENNIFER LIKED MIXING THE
            COOKIE DOUGH ALL UP, ALTHOUGH SOMETIMES SHE SPILLED IT.  BUT
            HER MOTHER LOVED HER NO MATTER WHAT SHE DID.

<Clive>     <BUZZ>

<duddy>     JENNIFER'S MOTHER WAS ALWAYS HANGING AROUND. JENNIFER WAS A GOOD
            SINGER, BUT HER MOTHER THOUGHT SHE KNEW BETTER. SHE WAS ALWAYS
            UNDER THE THUMB. I FOUND THEM ANNOYING, I SHOULD HAVE KICKED HER
            MOTHER OUT OF THE STADIUM. BUT IT WAS TOO LATE, SHE WAS ONSTAGE.

<Clive>     <BUZZ>

<EmileJ>    NOW GENTLY USE YOUR THUMBS TO SPREAD THE DOUGH EVENLY INTO A
            CIRCLE.

* duddy wonders whether Emile is being risque.

<EmileJ>    THEN CHILL IT FOR A HALF HOUR OR SO, BECAUSE PASTRY ALWAYS LIKES
            THAT. AND BE SURE TO BRUSH THE TOP EVENLY WITH MELTED LARD, WITH
            A BIT OF DOUBLE CREAM FOR LUCK.

<Clive>     <BUZZ>

<EmileJ>    SPREAD TOFFEE BITS WILLY-NILLY....

<Clive>     <BUZZZZ!!>
<duddy>     1000 points docked for ignoring the buzzer... :)
<Clive>     :)

<EmileJ>    I FEEL LIKE EVITA....<lapses into strong baritone singing voice>
            SHUT UP, JENNIFER!!! ALRIGHT, CLARISSA.

<duddy>     <BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!>

<SinghSong> UNTIL THEN THE DOUGH HAD SEEMED NORMAL, BUT THE INTRINSIC NATURE
            OF TRI-HIDROCLIDMEKDIGLSKEIDLS-ACID THAT'S DISPERESED EVENLY
            THOUGHT THIS PASTRY WAS NOT KNOWN UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE....

<duddy>     Woah! Lisa next, then Singh!
<Clive>     Hey, just a minute, I didn't buzz!
<SinghSong> She came before me...? Didn't she?
<duddy>     Yes. So to speak...
<SinghSong> Well, after me too, but... ;)
<Lisa00>    Matt!
<EmileJ>    Matt!
<duddy>     Yes?
<SinghSong> *hmm, Matt perhaps?*

<Lisa00>    WILLY-NILLY WAS JENNIFER'S IMAGINARY FRIEND. HE KEPT HER COMPANY
            WHEN SHE WAS ALONE. SOMETIMES THEY WOULD STAY UP LATE AT NIGHT 
            TELLING SECRETS. WILLY-NILLY WAS JENNIFER'S BEST FRIEND IN THE
            WORLD.

<Clive>     <BUZZ>

<SinghSong> BUT WILLIN NILLY HAD A *DEEP* **DARK** SECRET...WILLY HAD A
            HABIT OF USING HER TELEPSYCIC ABILITIES TO KILL PEOPLE WITH HER
            PASTRIES.

<Clive>     <BUZZ>

<duddy>     AND NOW 100,000 PEOPLE HAD EATEN THE PASTRIES AND WERE ABOUT TO
            BE POISONED BEFORE MY VERY EYES! YET ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS SING
            MY SONGS AND FIND SOME GROUPIES.

<Clive>     <BUZZ>
<Clive>     <BUZZ>
<duddy>     I heard you the first time, slaphead! ;)

* Clive deducts 500 points from duddy for unauthorized use of the buzzer,
  innuendo, and insults :)
* duddy offers to lose another 500 points for issuing another insult.

<EmileJ>    NOW, WHEN PURCHASING GROUPIES, MAKE SURE THAT THE EYES ARE NICE
            AND BRIGHT, AND THAT THE MEAT INSIDE IS A ROSY PINK.

<Clive>     <BUZZ>

<EmileJ>    YOU CAN ALWAYS NIP DOWN TO HARROD'S TO OBTAIN THE FINEST.

<EmileJ>    Oops!
<Clive>     <BUZZ>

<duddy>     500 off Emile too?
<Clive>     Sure, why not?

<Lisa00>    JENNIFER LOVED PINK. HER BOW WAS PINK. IT MATCHED HER DRESS.
            PINK IS JENNIFER'S FAVORITE COLOR. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?

* Clive deducts 500 points from EmileJ because he feels like it!

<Clive>     <BUZZ>

* duddy points out that Clive has deducted 500 hairs from his head in the
  process.

<WL_Stiles> LOL!
<EmileJ>    I was going to say something like that!!

<duddy>     MY FAVOURITE COLOUR IS WHITE, THE WHITE POWDER I NEEDED BEFORE
            EACH GIG. I WAS PATHETIC, AND YET I RELIED ON IT TO GET ME
            THROUGH BIG CONCERTS, PARTICULARLY WHEN PEOPLE WERE VOMITING
            BEFORE ME AND JENNIFER'S MOTHER WAS WIPING MY NOSE AND TELLING
            ME NOT TO FROWN SO MUCH.

<Clive>     <BUZZ>

<EmileJ>    THIS DISH IS WONDERFULLY SOOTHING TO THE STOMACH. IF YOUR
            FRIENDS TRY THIS AND THEY VOMIT, THEY OBVIOUSLY HAVE STOMACHS
            OF PORCELAIN, AND YOU SHOULD STOP ACQUAINTANCESHIP WITH THEM.

<Clive>     <BUZZ>

<Lisa00>    ONE DAY JENNIFER WALKED INTO HER MOTHER'S ROOM AND SAW A BIG
            BAG OF WHITE POWDER. JENNIFER WAS A VERY CURIOUS CHILD, SO SHE
            TASTED SOME. JENNIFER LIKED IT SO MUCH, SHE STARTED EATING IT
            ALL THE TIME.

* EmileJ hopes, he HOPES it's icing sugar!
* duddy welcomes the world's youngest smackhead!

<SinghSong> BUT THEN THE WHITE POWDER KNOWN TO SO MANY AS "COCAINE" WAS
            REALLY A GOVERMENT EXPERIMENT ON PEOPLE'S TELE-KINETIC-PYRO-
            TRANSDIMENTIONAL-PSYCHO POWERS, OR...SO THEY *THOUGHT*...BUT
            WHEN SHE ATE IT SHE HAD THE ODDEST SENSE OF "..ANOTHER
            PRESENCE"...

<Clive>     <BUZZ> End of game!
<duddy>     Phew!

* Clive declares Lisa the winner because of all the points deducted from
  the others... but mainly because she's so gosh darned CUTE!!! :)
* duddy still thinks he has a better chance with her than Clive!

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