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- Tuesday 14th March 1995
- (C) JIPsoft
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- A slightly curious story
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- I had never seen that face before, but straight away I knew it meant trouble.
- Well, it was not strictly speaking a face, but a face was the closest thing
- that sprang to mind when I saw it.
- The face, if you can call it that, of course appeared off my telephone. It
- actually burst out of the receiver and floated there, completely stationary,
- and seemed to be completely immune to all my futile efforts to somehow remove
- it. Well, I thought a handkerchief wouldn't scare it anyway.
- As I was not taking any notice of the face, it began to speak. It seemed
- strange to me, because I never knew a face of that kind could emit any sound.
- It was speaking in a language I couldn't understand, but it didn't matter,
- because I counted all the words it didn't say, and substracted them from my
- List of Each and Every Word Used by Anyone Ever. Then I could figure what it
- said.
- What the face said was that I should have a most dry dictator tread on my
- gruesomeness. So I looked back on my Catalogue of Dry Dictators, Volume One:
- Att-Hit.
- I selected Attila from the first page and pressed the button. In exactly the
- kind of flash cameras don't use, a depressive kangaroo appeared and gave me my
- Attila before leaving.
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