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~sigh~ A few hours of sleep, and what happens? Five pages of complete and unutterable silliness.
Now, look, I know your hearts are in the right place (except for Taylor, of course, who only has something analogous), but all Geoff needs is a nice warm, cup of English Breakfast Tea - black, with 17 sugars - a hug, and a pat on the back. Here you go Geoff...
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Geoff...
...Geoff, you know that blue stuff coming out of your nose? Yeah? Well, it's sort of, you know, transmogrified into an Evil Twin Clone. Apparently, every time someone is serious, it gives them some carob. Vile beast! Let's kill it!
Cheers,
Marc (no, no...give it a head start. Let's hunt it first)
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