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Reading the last few responses on this thread, I am literally somersaulting backwards off the top of a skyscraper into a chartreuse thunderstorm while wearing a Tickle Me Elmo puppet on my soon-to-be-made-useless reproductive organ.
Luckily, it's a very tall building and I'm a fast writer. This Ayre-Born™ Thought-Type™ helmet is snappy as well (in the sense that it's affixed to my head with snaps).
Uh-oh.
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