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Ah... weird people.

God love 'em.
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Jive Turkey - of Sidney - muses:
I wuz jus wundrin',

how come its a helluva lot easier to put your head thru 2 rails on a staircase, than it is to remove thy head, or on a more everyday level, how it is that a ring can slide on a finger easily enuff but u almost gotta amputate the damn thing to get the ring off. Also, you're grand poobahness, where do the ripples in water go? just curious.

Graciously thanking your most impressive mind in advance, thy humble serf, Jive Turkey.

The Human Responds:
You are obviously a well-loved individual. In fact, I predict that you are so loved that things normally not associated with love are attracted to you.

It is therefore obvious to me that the wood dowels of the staircase and the metal of the ring immediately becomes unconditionally enamoured of you upon contact, hence they refuse to let go.

As for the ripples, they are invariably blind by nature. Upon creation they immediately seek you out because they love you, too. Those that fail to find you fade away in despair; those that find you dash themselves to oblivion upon eager contact.

You are a rare and wonderful creature, my good serf.

 
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