Nukees
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Thursday, May 8, 1997
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[[Shea and Gav sitting at a bar]]
Gav: How long was I passed out, Shea?
Shea: Judging by the mush mark on your face, I'd guess at least an hour.
Gav: Jill?
[[Offstage]]
Jill: A hour and a half!

Shea:: So how'd this happen, Gav?
Gav: Well, I guess I hit my head pretty hard. I meant to just fake passing out to avoid talking to some freak at the bar.
Shea: Why do those bar weirdos always wanna talk to YOU?

Gav: I dunno. Why don't you ask him? He never actually STOPPED talking to me!
{{With small font text partially obscured by the foreground characters,}}
Bar Weirdo: ...Power lines are gonna kill us, man! That's why I generate my own. Hey! Is this here your girlfriend? She's a real looker, eh? 'Xcuse me, Ma'am. Does she know about the dolphin conspiracy? How they plan to pollute our precious bodily fluids? I'm ... secret communication with brine shrimp who send me microwave transmissions through my fillings ... Believe the feds choose to obfuscate the issue with facts and propag... pacyaderm...