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Bob 20s |Dilby 29s |Lilly 31m |Rowaen 5m |Trezak 8m
Daanak 53s |Drukin 48m |Omfast 0s |Sirithil 11m |Turgwa 2m
Daegwedir 9m |Glandrill 19s |Randel 9s |Terren 23s |Western_Nomad 29s
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Omfast shouts, "R A N D E L ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"
Randel says, "Omfast!!!!!!!!!!!!! We meet!"
Omfast jumps with joy, throws his arms, catches them with his toes,
puts them back on, blows his nows, rides the sky, and kisses Randel.
Randel leaps up and down, slashing dustbin lids together. A huge
cloud-shaped halibut rises like the moon!
Glandrill would like a 6 pack of whatever Ran and Omf are on :)
Terren thinks there should be a channel for this kinda
stuff. ;)
Terren says, "Or ."
Omfast dances in circles, singing the song of the great fish, "Oh thou
who artst big and slimy and wet, be our guardian tonight and help us fight the
silent unbelievers in spam, the salvation of the big spammy leviathan is before
us -- now!"
Randel sings, "In Hobbiton, in Bree, the Halibut we see! All ye upon
this channel now, spam with us some way some how. We can do it all together,
spam this channel to forever!
Omfast joins in, "In Hobbiton, in Bree, and in Tookland too -- we jump
and sing and dance with glee! To behold a fish of wonder -- he that saves us
from our next blunder!"
Omfast pokes them lazy unbelievers with ugly names which are wasting
space on the public channel, preventing us from shouting our joy out into
Elendor!
Randel yodles, "O Omfast! Beyond all hope you have returned to us, to
revive the great ancient art of public spam! long hath my spamminess remained
dormant, but now -- let a hundred flowers bloom!
Announcement: Omfast has changed the poll to: Behold the spam!
Daanak says, "Hey! >:-/ ;)"
Randel says, "yes! the Spam! the spam! the spam! t5he spam!"
Omfast has risen from the dark! "Aye, I have fought a thousand battles
in the netherworld, faces billions of silent grey figures, and there was not one
holy super-power halibut to behold... But I am back for good!"
Nolindil says, "One Spam to bring them all! One Spam to find them!"
Omfast points at the ceiling of the public channel. You see glowing
letters appear. They spell: T h o u S h a l t S p a m!
Sirithil says, "One spam to rule them all, and in the darkness bind
them!"
Randel says, "yeah! spam! spam! spam! spam!"
Sirithil says, "Three cans of spam for the Elven kings under the sky,"
Sirithil says, "Seven for the Dwarf lords in their halls of stone..."
Sirithil says, "Nine for mortal men, doomed to die... from eating
spam..."
Randel rolls on the ground, convulsing.
Trezak shoots you all in the head now.
Randel shops convulsing.
Omfast says, "In the Land of Mordor where the Spammers lie!?!?"
Randel says, "stops, I mean"
Sirithil dodges!
Trezak says, "shopping while convulsing would be a feat"
Sirithil nods.
Terren does it all the time, when he sees electronics prices.
Omfast opens his backpack and takes out some more spam. "There enough
for everybody! Have no fear, have no fear. There you go. And here's one for
you..." You are spammed.
Drukin steals spam and pipeweed from Omfast :)
Omfast opens his big book on economics and cites from the spamholder
value chapter: "Spam must be handed out evenly, lest it start loosing value.
Contrast this to most goods where scarcity increases pricing levels. Spam is
just like content, it's value increases with bandwidth and audience."
Randel yup yups in agreement
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