HA HA! Take that, gelatinous mass. I have vanquished thee!
You are no more, pulsating, multi-colored goo.
I win.
(Never fear, I have not yet disbanded my troops. The horrid creature feigned retreat once before and nearly slayed me. I shall keep a block of my finest assassins on hand, just in case.)
Meanwhile ... it's a gorgeous day and I shall walk home! I shall smile and breathe through my nose (ahhhh, the sweet, sweet smell of rush hour car exhaust).
Glad tidings to you all!
What ensured this day would be extra fine?
A bat, of course, sleeping in the Stonybrook T station.
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I will persevere as well and keep Fake Jon from posting here. I cannot believe what he posted before! For shame.
--Jon
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