BF>>>> After all they were first to put somting in
space....and make it come
 BF>>>> back
 MG>>> Yeah, it always comes back, scattered all over the
Canuckian tundra...

 NS>>  It was Gawd's (tm) grace. You ought to appreciate that.

 MG> Oh yeah, we feel /sooo/ graced to have radioactive scrap rained down upon
 MG> us...

Then build a shelter from all those titanium crowbars you have piled up on your
back yard or crawl back into the dungeon and hide under the fire-spitting dragon.
No one can ever tell the difference.

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