} Silly mortal! Of course there are. However, they are not native to
} your puny, backwater, orbit-around-a-second-rate-sun planet.
}
} You see, insignificant gnat, all programmers eventually recite one or
} more lines of their programs out loud, followed by curses. Little do
} they know, but 99% of these utterances match syllable-to-syllable with a
} Phrase from the Mystic Order of the Shining Oak Leaf Druid Society's
} Book of Intimate Curses, Hexes, and Horrible Fortunes and Fates. These
} incantations render the person three chairs to the west of the invoker
} completely and irrevocably un-appealing to members of the appropriate
} sex, except for the ones decendant from a group of Amazon-like beings
} from a star so far off that its light has not yet reached your mud-hole
} of a world (The interactions between these aliens and The Mystic Order
} is long and torrid and not fit reading for any being of less than
} Oracular prowess). Since the person three chairs to the left of the
} invoker is ALWAYS another programmer (if your piddling physicists would
} just realize this, the Grand Unified Theorem would fall neatly into
} place), no programmer is considered sexy by any fellow human, cute or
} otherwise.
}
} You owe the Oracle 5 bales of poison ivy (hand picked).
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