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Yeah, but nobody ever put out your foot to trip him in real time. I chased pandorgs all over the multiverse that day looking for him, while poor Pchrunk was stumbling around, drunk as a skunk. He was late getting home that day and his wife was sort of sore at him for being so drunk, but it was really the superbee honey the pandorgs gave him. I mean, didn't any of you think you should've grabbed him and poured some coffee into him?
Hey Neko - Are you also secretly afraid that the LHC is going to rip apart the boundaries of heaven and earth when they fire that bad boy up? I mean, my brain says it will be OK. But the animal deep in my mind says we ought not do that until we have an escape plan in place. Does no one remember what happened on Krypton? Everybody was annihilated, except for Clark and a neverending stream of super villains. And some super girl from the trashy side of the family, showing up years later, out of nowhere, claiming to be family and expecting us to just let her in the house, no way of checking her references, what if she is an illegal alien, how are we going to explain that to INS when really all we need is someone who can do the laundry without bleaching our panties gray, and she seems like a troublemaker, all that talk about sophistry and philosophy, when she knows she is late for church and is supposed to play the organ, and look at this mess, am I the only one around here who can pick up a wet towel and hang it over the rod to dry, why just look at what a cute outfit, but she never leaves, just eats all the food, like having in-laws for houseguest who never leave, and would it kill them to pick up a check once in a while, wiping their dirty hands on my good guest bathroom towels.
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