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} The Supplicant shines his flashlight around the Oracle's Lair. It is
} scary and quiet with a slight musty smell. The Supplicant seem to have
} found the Oracle's storage room where he keeps all the stuff people
} send him for answering their question.
}
} "Wow! There sure is some weird stuff in here" says the Supplicant.
} He comes across a brass plumb bob, a pair of golden hooters, an IOU for
} someone's first-born child, a bottle of Instant H2O (you just add
} water), and hundreds of items that defy description.
}
} Suddenly the Supplicant is startled to hear heavy footsteps coming
} closer and closer. With shaking hands he fumbles to turn off the
} flashlight and crouches behind one of the piles of stuff. Then a door
} opens and the Oracle tosses a package of some sort in the room while
} mumbling "Worthless crap from ungrateful underlings that don't
} appreciate the wonderful things I do for them." Then the door slams
} shut and the Oracle storms away.
}
} "Wow that was close!" the supplicant says to him self while wiping
} the sweat off his brow. Hands still fumbling, he turns on the
} flashlight again, but vows to keep his ears alert. Then his flashlight
} comes across a 3-inch ball made from belly-button lint. "Oh!... I
} remember this!" he says to him self. "A long time ago I gave the
} Oracle this thing for answering that question about what happened one
} second before the Big Bang, and what happened one second before that"
} he thinks to himself. The Supplicant slips the Lint Ball in to his
} pocket. "Never know when I may need that," he says to himself.
}
} Suddenly the Supplicant feels someone breathing behind him. His
} hair stands up on end as he instinctively does an adrenaline dump.
} Slowly turning around, his worst fears are realized. There, right
} behind him is the Oracle staring straight at him with eyes of anger.
} "Thought I didn't know you were here?" says the Oracle. "Thought you
} could put one over on me?" says the Oracle.
}
} "Nnnnnnn... No." says the Supplicant with a tiny little trembling
} voice.
}
} "WHAT, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" bellows the Oracle.
}
} "Ugh... No... Sir... your Honor... please... no." stutters the
} Supplicant.
}
} "You owe me something?" says the Oracle.
}
} "No... I don't think so," says the Supplicant. Then, momentarily after
} the words leave his mouth, he remembers that he slipped the Lint Ball
} in to his pocket. He feels a HUGE lump in his throat. "At least he
} doesn't know about that ball!" the Supplicant thinks to himself.
}
} "Tell ya' what" says the Oracle. "I need someone to clean up around
} here," says the Oracle. "Organize this room, categorize everything,
} blow the dust off the old stuff, and fix anything that doesn't work...
} and I let you go" offers the Oracle.
}
} "Th th th th thank you... sir." says the Supplicant in weak little
} voice.
}
} "Well... GET STARTED!" snaps the Oracle. "And you can start with that
} Lint Ball you put in you pocket!" the Oracle says in a booming voice.
} The Oracle starts to leave, and then he stops, turns towards the
} Supplicant and says, "You were wondering if anyone was here. Well,
} someone IS here. YOU, for a long, long, long time!"
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