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ResponseA response! A single, solitary, lonesome response! I weep for joy! My lonliness retreats slightly, leaving a bubble of silence in which I dance with delight!Not that I know how to dance, mind you. I probably trip over myself, fall on the floor, and permenantly injure myself. If the next time you see me I'm either limping or grimacing and clutching my head, you'll know what happened. There are three locations in which you can be injured in action movies, The shoulder, the arm, and (occasionally) a head wound. Never any concussions, no sucking chest wounds (as the wise man says, a sucking chest wound is nature's way of telling you to slow down), no broken legs, nothing. Not having seen that many action movies, I'm extrapolating from little evidence, but hey, if I didn't do that, I'd have to content myself with boring, everyday reality, or as close as I ever get, which really isn't very close. I try, really I do. What I try, I ain't sayin. Ooga chaka ooga chaka ooga ooga ooga chaka. Wierdly, what else? Phyllis says hi. Remind me to introduce you to Allen next time you come over.
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