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Aug 27, 2004
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"Sometimes I want to give you a piece of my mind!"
 "That's very kind of you, Butternut.  And I want to give you peace of mind, too."
 "Not peace of mind, you booby.  A piece of my mind!"
 "Oh...right.  I get you.  Well, let's see...I suppose I could upgrade my frontal lobe...or perhaps jazz up the left temporal area, if you don't mind sparing a bit of speech center..."
 "Your grandmother is lurking in the azaleas, but I'd steer clear if I were you.  She has a mean swing, and that ukulele she got at the 1964 World's Fair leaves a bruise on the knees."
Aug 29, 2004
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