} Oh, no, another question written in invisible electrons. Harrumph.
} "Zadoc!"
}
} SFX: Slamming of doors, crashing of boxes, heavy panting.
}
} "Yes, oh wisest of the wise?"
}
} "I have an invisible message here. Take this monitor and squeeze some
} lemon juice on it, and then hold it over a candle until the message
} appears."
}
} "Right away."
}
} "And use fresh lemons, mind you."
}
} "Absolutely, sir."
}
} "And no citronella candles, either, they stink up the place."
}
} "Right."
}
} "Now, begone!"
}
} [Later...]
}
} Hmm, wonder what's taking him so long...I'm tired of recomputing pi to
} the e. "Zadoc!"
}
} SFX: As before.
}
} "At your service, he-whose-nose-is-worshipped-by-all-rhinoplasty-
} practitioners."
}
} "Well, worm, were you able to decipher the message?"
}
} "Oh, yes, it was actually quite interesting! It seems this fellow is
} being followed by CIA agents, so he couldn't send his query by normal
} means...it seems he accidentally saw some documents he shouldn't have,
} and black helicopters have been chasing him for days! He eluded them
} by hiding in a steamer trunk for three days, but they're on his trail
} again, and he's running out of money, so now he wants to know how he
} can escape and lead a normal life again!"
}
} "Hmm, quite dramatic. How was his grovel?"
}
} "Oh, well, um...he was probably in a bit of a hurry, you know, what
} with the death nipping at his heels and all..."
}
} "No grovel?"
}
} "Well, there was _sort_ of a grovel, I mean, it wasn't very good, but
} surely we could overlook that under the circumstances..."
}
} "I'm waiting."
}
} "Um...his grovel was basically...'Dear Oracle'. You see? He considers
} you very _dear_ to his heart! Right?"
}
} "Your generosity of spirit is admirable, yet pathetic, Zadoc. You know
} and I know that his grovel just isn't sufficient. Still, clearly he
} needs some advice. Very well--let Og answer him."
}
} "As you wish."
}
} [Later...]
}
} >Og say hit bad men many time with spiky club! If lose spiky club then
} >run like girl from bad men, hide in cave, play dead. Og have spoken.
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