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Somewhere, far off in a distant land, Smoothmoniker suddenly sits bolt upright in bed, struck by a powerful psychic wave. The teenage prostitue who had been passed out across his chest fell to the floor, but continued snoring without a break.
"Someone needs me!", he shouted, and reached for the phone.
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"To those of you who are wearing ties, I think my dad would appreciate it if you took them off." - Robert Moog
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