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} Supplicant: *gasp* *choke* *wheeze*
}
} Priest: Another supplicant, o Bastion of Benevolent Knowledge, a
} supplicant awaits your response.
}
} S: *hack* *spew* *gasp*
}
} Oracle: Not another one. He's gone and ate college food again.
} Didn't he check the ads for the campus catering when he enrolled?
}
} [Enter three small creatures, one with brown pants worn high, one in
} a pink skirt, and one in a blue turtleneck with a red baseball cap]
}
} YW&D: Sam 'n' Ella's catering shop
} Eat our food and you're sure to drop
} Then the only thing left to do
} Is run to the potty and spew, spew, spew!
} Sam 'n' Ella's!
} YW&D: Yikes! [They disappear into the distance, being chased by a
} large man in a dirty chef's hat.
}
} O: Tell me, supplicant, did you have the chicken, or the fish?
}
} S: *choke* The lasagna... *wheeze*
}
} O: Oh my, it's worse than I thought. There's not much time left.
} We've got to [Supplicant's chest starts throbbing and stretching...
} it bursts, and a light brown, eight legged creature scuttles out,
} spitting acid, and then dons a top hat, and begins to dance]
}
} Alien: Hello, my baby, hello, my [KLANG! An anvil crashes on the
} alien's head, and a green frog chases the smashed alien away]
}
} M.J.Frog: That's *my* song!
}
} Priest: Another one. That's the seventh one today.
}
} O: I know. We really should attach those anvils better. Oh, you mean
} supplicants? Well, they're a dime a dozen anyways.
}
} Priest: True, much like the wings in the cafeteria themselves.
}
} O: Ah, but NBC has it's own problems. For the students themselves,
} they must remember these simple words:
}
} Welcome to Domino's. May I help you?
}
} You owe the Oracle some Tofu Surprise.
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