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| In the beginning was nothing. Nope nothing. No white, no black, no houses, cars, fish, potato chips, firemen, helicopters, giant squids... | |
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| ...no flea markets, people on the street talking 'bout giant men in the sky. Nope, nothing. That was in the beginning. Well, sort of like five minutes before. | |
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| Then like five minutes after that, BAM!!!. Stuff. Like giant scoops of ice cream just floating in space. But it wasn't no ice cream. Nope, it was balls of gas. | |
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| Giant balls of gas, that is. 'Cept these balls of gas were stars, like the ones that shine like giant brite balls of lite in that thing called the sky. | |
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| After that lots more stuff happenned, none of it interesting. So after all that nothing, this place was made. Just a big all nothing this was. | |
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| Then the "Major" came. whipped out some "23" thing-a-ma-bobs and wham-o! We's got the Fairlight Mirage. Or something goofy like that. I don't really care. | |
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