From: ZOT GNOP            
To: ALL                 
Subject: The Song       
Date & Time: 09/05/90 01:19:13
Message Number  8546

  It appears that everyone hears a different melody. And not just any 
melody, but one which has special significance to each individual. To
every one who can hear it, the song tells of home and of longing and of
loneliness. Yet....it has no words, just a melody. A simple melody.
  
  With a swift fluid motion, accompanied by a loud curse, Zot flings the
bag over everyones' heads and into the far corner of the bar.
  "DAMN YOUR MISERABLE STRINGS!!!   I told you not to do that in public!
Now I suppose I'm gonna be asked to play for you all. Play my MAGNIFCENT
instrument." The words are dripping with sarcasm and rage. "Well nothing
doing! I ain't goin near that thing til it learns to behave in public."
  With that, Zot goes up to the bar and yells, "Gimme somethin' with 
LOTS of alcohol in it. And bring the whole bottle!"