PC> Oh Philip ... dispatcher of the Monks of the High Order for the
 PC> Distribution of Pain and mostlikely disorder and all that wonderous stuff,
 PC> queezed into that implement for said insertion.

Why do you lick his  like that? He isn't worth it.

 PC> Could you call'em on the MONK line of communications and tell them I need
 PC> along with my Timmies order of Chesse Crossiants 2 Large Hot Chocolates,
 PC> and with a mint teabag in there to steep.

Don't need to call 'em. I see them every morning.

 PC> I would feel all so much better at Impliemento-insertion-time.

I bet you do.

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