From: fjohnson@skynyrd.rutgers.edu (Floyd Johnson)
Subject: Canned Heat
Date: 5 Aug 92 01:05:33 GMT
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A slender, ebon figure sauntered into the Chatsubo. He lowered the collar
on his jacket, and began scanning the patrons, finding nothing out of
the usual. His eyes narrowed as he approached the bar.
	"Raatz", he began, "Two Kirins."
	"Got company?", the bartender countered.
	"Naah, just wrath. I had a lousy week. Ended up punching out
a deck--it died on me after an experiment in AI."
	"You know the first corollary of Murphy's Law--"
	"Yeah, 'Shit happens.'"
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"Where's the 'Kaboom!'? There was supposed to be an Earth-shattering
'Kaboom!'"