PO> For no apparent reason, Heather Lennox shouted to me:

 HL>>>> Linda! I've finally managed to get Phil into the sink. Lets
 HL>>>> scrub 'im. 
 PO>>> 
 PO>>> Mighty roomy sink, eh, Heather?   Oh, no you don't!
 PO>>> You're getting your bath too.  It's only water; it won't kill
 PO>>> you.

 HL>> 
 HL>> Keep still you horror!

 PO> Pick your preference:  Many-tentacled or slimy putrescing mass?

 PO> No, Cthulu's unavavilable.

"Now, with wings...."...

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