The big, old fellow snorts and snuffs and throws yesterday's sports page off his face and raises the old lazyboy to the upright, sitting position. With some effort, he stands up and walks over to the sink to rinse out his coffee mug. He goes to the pot labelled "Regular Joe" and fills his cup. He grabs big, hot, fresh cinnamon roll and bites off nearly half the big pastry. After chewing and swallowing a little too loudly he takes a big slug of coffee and begins to speak.
"My friends, it seems we have a few new voices in the Hall today. I would like to welcome karen, L J Grace (aka ratboy), and ALEXT to MarsDawn. You are certainly welcome here in our little band of travellers. Belly up to the bar here and have yourself some of these muffins, doughnuts, cinnamon rolls, cookies and whatever else you want. Oh yeah, and feel free to plug a quarter in that old jukebox over there and que up your favorite tune."
The big, old fellow ambles over to the jukebox, fishes a quarter out of his pocket and plays B-05.
Jeremiah was a bullfrog - was a good friend of mine.
I never understood a single word he said,
But I helped him a-drinkin' his wine.
Oh yes, he always had some mighty fine wine.
Singin' joy to the world.
All the boys and girls.
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea.
Joy to you and me.
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Zero
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