SUBJECT>Top o' the mornin' to ya', Highlander.
POSTER>Grand Zero 
EMAIL>zero@your.service.com
DATE>April 30, 1997 at 05:39:00
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<P>The big old fellow looking more "scragelly" than usual and walking with a little more of a limp ambles into the MessHall and heads over to the pot of hot water left on the stove.  He pours some over the Plantation Mint teabag in his nondescript gray mug.  The heavenly aroma seems to perk him a bit.  He dunks the bag a few times and tosses it in the trash.  He puts two cinnamon rolls on a plate, nukes 'em for 30 seconds, takes the plate and joins the Bomber.<p>'Sappenin, Tim. <p>What is all that caterwauling coming from the basement?  It's worse than the birds in my chimney.  I'm gonna plug the jukebox and see if I can drown 'em out.<p>Let's see now how 'bout H-8...<p>Louie Louie Louie Louieeeee<br>Louie Louie Louie Louiiiiii<br>Louie Louie Louie Louieeeee<br>Louie Louie I'm gonna cry.<p>Yeah, that's better.<p>---<p>Zero   <br>0=o

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