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 } No! No! Horrors! 
} You have come across the one question that the Oracle does not know the 
} answer to! 
} 
} Superman had Kryptonite.  Green Lantern had yellow.  The Republicans 
} have the deficit.  And the Oracle has gum. 
} 
} It was written in the original contract, you see.  I'm a deity, but I 
} worked my way up through the ranks.  Mortal, saint (never mind by whose 
} standards), angel, archangel, and finally omniscience.  But I had to 
} sign for it.  And God is such a witty bastard, isn't he?  Check your 
} religious histories.  He'll give you what you want, but he makes you 
} sign a contract.  (Yes, yes, I know.  It's the Enemy that's always 
} described as making bargains.  Think about that for a while....) 
} 
} So what I agreed to was that I would be immortal and omniscient, until 
} the day someone asked me about chewing gum.  This was six thousand years 
} ago, mind you, and chewing gum hadn't been invented yet.  I thought it 
} was a sure bet that it never would be -- who would chew something with 
} no nutritive value, that you couldn't even swallow?  So I signed. 
}   And omniscience descended upon me, and I knew how stupid people really 
} were, and I knew how popular the damn stuff would be in six millenia. 
} (Chewing gum, I mean, not stupidity.  Well, both, really.) 
} 
} So here I am.  I don't know the answer, and at sundown (the end of the 
} day), I revert to mortal.  Lisa will dump me, my palace will fall apart, 
} I will START to DIE!  **DAMN YOU***!!!*** You will pay for this!  In my 
} last hours, I will visit such curses upon you as the world has never 
} seen!  Houses will crumble at your touch!  Your beer will be warm and 
} your women cold!  Sam Kinison will move in with you!  You will be 
} deported to an obscure African country in which Ronald Reagan is 
} President for Life!  When your mother comes to visit you, her luggage 
} will arrive but she will accidentally be shipped to Hong Kong!  Your 
} ears will be declared obscene by Jesse Helms!!!! 
} 
} And...  well, anyhow.  April Fool.  It was called Fruit Stripe gum 
} (singular, not plural.) 
} 
} You owe the Oracle some Goat A-1 Sauce. 
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