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Weasels or spaghetti.
"I'm a bitch", by Michael Jackson.
English is wearing a red fedora.
"You're more than halfway to a senior discount."
"I missed the pickle. How can I miss the pickle?"
"What is this, the cackling witches?"
"Would you like to wake up with a permanent marker mustache?"
"Pornberries. It sounds like a cereal. ...Full of yummy marshmallow [bleep]! That's not actually milk in your cereal! Pornberries! The cereal that's salty, not sweet."
"Akai. My name's Akai." "A guy. We have a guy!"
"I just know while I was out someone would be smashing my head into my laptop." -- English
Nanowrimo immortal ninja of DOOM!!
Nano-ninja! A very very small ninja...

The guy asks someone to watch his bag. "Quick, swap it with a purse!" says English. The guy skids back and gives this *look*. Mass hysteria. ...then the cup incident, where English skidded over there with it and put it in, and then what's her name dug it back out. We evidently have not known him long enough to prank him.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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