Article: 288616 of talk.bizarre
From: page@tapaboy.ma.ultranet.com (D. Page)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Psychobitch
Followup-To: misc.test
Date: 1 Dec 1996 10:37:34 -0500
Organization: The Tapaboy Newt Institute
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ENEMY!  YOU ARE MY ENEMY! 

Uh oh.  Look out! 

ENEMY. 

It's that song again. 

ENEMY.

A familiar dance.  A Fred Astaire in words, perhaps.  If Fallacy then
Accuse.  Repeat, little one, Repeat. 

ENEMY. 

A Chorus in the classical sense, delivering judgement of the too-common man
that lacks both depth and character, all from the very edge of the stage. 
I'm sure I can't hear you. 

ENEMY.

Petty revenge will be thine, no doubt.  I may yawn. 

ENEMY. 

Done yet? 

ENEMY. 

I've got all day, you know. 

ENEMY. 

And part of tomorrow too.  I could pencil you in for next week? 

ENEMY. 

Doesn't that get old after a while?

ENEMY.

Are you sure?  Do you have so few you need more?

ENEMY.

If you say so.



d.

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