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Defenestrated.
Definitely. Tossed out on my ear. Deafen it, lee.
Cast adrift in the sea of ascii, floating this way and that, no wind, no sail, No Soap, RADIO!
It could be worse, it could be decaffeinated...
Alright pshrync, here I am. Alone and defenseless. Fenestrationless. Take your best shot.
No hitting hard, don't touch my face (NOT THE FACE), and don't tell if I cry.
Oh wait, Dutch Courage... give me a ZCD and everything'll be OK.
While I'm waiting for my second, I'll start building a bar. It'll be hard, we set the bar high around here, but we've got those really tall swivel chairs, and a wide brass rail.
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