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annnnnd out!

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the door in a standard bum's rush !

'Wait ! That man is Rockefeller's right hand man in
managing largesse !'

'Large er small, we don' care

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for a…brandy before retiring?

No. Thank you.

[suggestively]
Some varm milk…perhaps?

No…thank you very much. No thanks.

[suggestively]
Ovaltine?

NOTHING! Thank you! I'm a little – tired!

Then I vill say…goodnight, Herr Doctor.

Goodnight, Frau Blücher.
[horses whinny]

That music…

Yes. It's in your blood – it's in the blood of ALL Frankensteins. It reaches the soul when words are useless. Your grandfather used to play it to the creature he vas making.

Then it was you all the time.

Yes.

You played that music in the middle of the night…

Yes.

…to get us to the laboratory.

Yes.

That was YOUR cigar smoldering in the ashtray.

Yes!

And it was you…who left my grandfather's book out for me to find.

Yes!

So that I would…

Yes!

Then you and Victor were…

YES! YES! Say it! He vas my… BOYFRIEND…(click)

…'s back and you're gonna be in trouble
Hey-la-day-la my boyfriend's back
You see him comin' better cut out on the double
Hey-la-day-la my boyfriend's back
You been spreading lies…

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but I am a scientist, not a philosopher! You have more chance of reanimating this scalpel than you have of mending a broken nervous system!

But what about your grandfather's work, sir?

My grandfather's work was doodoo! I am not interested in death! The only thing that concerns me is the preservation of life!

[jams the scalpel into his leg, lets go of the scalpel and it sticks upright out of his leg, grasps it again, then slowly crosses his legs to block the scalpel from view]

Class…is…dismissed…(click)

for a rapid fire 47. Smith, the next batsman in is approaching the wicket, fresh from an innings of great …

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Rings.

Three were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings.

Seven, to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls.

And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern over each race.

But they were all of them deceived, for a new ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret, a master ring, to control all others. And into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all. One by one, the free peoples of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring.

But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father's sword. And Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.

History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared another bearer. The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels under the Misty Mountains, and there it consumed him. The ring gave to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind; and in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived. Its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum. But then something happened that the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire. For the time will soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all…(click)

out for 362. For those of you who missed it, here is a replay of Smith's bizarre demise at the hands of ….

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The Monster] Hello handsome. You're a good looking fellow, do you know that? People laugh at you, people hate you, but why do they hate you?

Because…they are jealous.

Look at that boyish face. Look at that sweet smile. Do you wanna talk about physical strength? Do you want to talk about sheer muscle? Do you want to talk about the Olympian ideal? You are a God. And listen to me, you are not evil. You…are…good.

[the Monster starts to cry, and Dr. Frederick Frankenstein hugs him]

This is a nice boy. This is a good boy. This is a mother's angel. And I want the world to know once and for all, and without any shame, that we love him. I'm going to teach you. I'm going to show you how to walk, how to speak, how to move, how to think.

Together, you and I are going to make the greatest single contribution to science since the creation of fire.

[from outside] Dr. Fronkensteen! Are you all right!

MY NAME IS FRANKENSTEIN!…(click)

see horrors…horrors. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that…but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means.

Horror…Horror has a face…and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies!

I remember when I was with Special Forces…seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate some children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember…I…I…I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out; I didn't know what I wanted to do! And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it…I never want to forget.

And then I realized…like I was shot…like I was shot with a diamond…a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, my God…the genius of that! The genius! The will to do that! Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure.

And then I realized they were stronger than we, because they could stand that these were not monsters, these were men…trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love…but they had the strength…the strength…to do that.

If I had ten divisions of those men, our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral…and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling…without passion…without judgment…without judgment!

Because it's judgment that defeats us…(click)

……………..A.
Born in the U.S.A.

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
I go down to see the V.A. man
He said "Son don't you understand"

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If Snape gets hold of the stone, Voldemort's coming back!

Haven't you heard what it was like when he was trying to take over? There won't be any Hogwarts to get expelled from! He'll flatten it, or turn it into a school for the Dark Arts!

Losing points doesn't matter anymore, can't you see? D'you think he'll leave you and your families alone if Gryffindor wins the house cup? If I get caught before I can get to the stone, well, I'll have to go back to the Dursleys and wait for Voldemort to find me there, it's only dying a bit later than I would have, because I'm never going over to the Dark Side!

I'm going through that trapdoor tonight and nothing you two say is going to stop me!

Voldemort killed my parents, remember…(click)

…and fence treatment and cleaning products are now on sale at the Farmer's Wearhouse at the corner of Highway 136 and County Road…

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kill is an animal or animals that have been struck and killed by motor vehicles. In the United States of America, removal and disposal of animals struck by motor vehicles is usually the responsibility of the state's state trooper association or department of transportation.

During the early 20th century, roadkill or "flat meats" became a common sight in all industrialized First World nations, as they adopted the internal combustion engine and the automobile. Roadkill can be eaten, and there are several recipe books dedicated to roadkill. (See Roadkill cuisine) One of the earliest observers of roadkill was the naturalist Joseph Grinnell, who noted in 1920: "This [roadkill] is a relatively new source of fatality; and if one were to estimate the entire mileage of such roads in the state [California], the mortality must mount into the hundreds and perhaps thousands every 24 hours."

In Australia, specific actions taken to protect against the variety of animals that can damage vehicles – such as bullbars (usually known in Australia as 'roo bars', in reference to kangaroos) – indicate the Australian experience has some unique features with road kill.

The Simmons Society was founded by Professor Roger M. Knutson of Luther College in Decorah, Iowa, US to further studies of road fauna. Professor Knutson also published a book called "Common Animals of Roads, Street, and Highway: A Field Guide To Flattened Fauna".

A recent study showed that insects, too, are prone to a very high risk of roadkill incidence. Research showed interesting patterns in insect/butterfly road kills in relation to the vehicle density. Although the insect community is equally at risk, much of the attention goes to bigger, more charismatic animals.

About 350,000 to 27 million birds are estimated to be killed on European roads each year.

In 1993, 25 schools throughout New England participated in a roadkill study involving 1,923 animal deaths. By category, the fatalities were:

81% mammals
15% birds
3% reptiles and amphibians
1% indiscernible

Extrapolating these data nationwide, Merritt Clifton, editor of Animal People Newspaper estimated that the following animals are being killed by motor vehicles in the United States annually:

41 million squirrels
26 million cats
22 million rats
19 million opossums
15 million raccoons
6 million dogs
350,000 deer

This study may not have considered differences in observability among taxa (i.e. dead raccoons are easier to see than dead frogs), and has not been published in peer-reviewed scientific literature…(click)

is full of similar examples of seemingly eccentric behaviour, such as …

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the Macarena, a Spanish dance song by Los del Río about a woman of the same name.

Appearing on the 1994 album A mí me gusta, it was an international hit between 1995 and 1996, and continues to have a cult following.

The "Bayside Boys Mix" became the best known version of the song, as it had English lyrics, sung by an uncredited artist. It was ranked the "#1 Greatest One-Hit Wonder of all Time" by VH1 in 2002.

The song uses a type of clave rhythm. The song ranks at #5 on Billboard's All Time Top 100. It also ranks at #1 on Billboard's All Time Latin Songs. It is also Billboard's #1 dance song and one of five foreign language songs to hit #1 since 1955's modern rock era began…(click)

wet willie…Hey! What's all this laying around stuff? Why are you all still laying around here for?

What the hell are we supposed to do, ya moron? We're all expelled. There's nothing to fight for anymore.

[to Bluto] Let it go. War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.

What? Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!

[to Boon] Germans?

Forget it, he's rolling.

And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough…
[thinks hard of something to say]
The tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go!

[Bluto runs out, alone; then returns]

What the firetruck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you're gonna let it be the worst. "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my bass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer…

Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic…but absolutely right. We gotta take these guys. Now we could do it with conventional weapons, but that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part!

We're just the guys to do it.

[stands up] Yeah, I agree. Let's go get 'em.

Let's do it.

[shouting] "Let's do it"!

[all of the Deltas stand up and run out with Bluto…(click)

versus the Unmasked Sailor ! A fifteen-round bout to
dee-termine the comix champeenship !

In this conah

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I wish to speak to you now.

Where is the Eye of the Serpent? Rexor says that you gave to a girl, probably for a mere night's pleasure, hmm? What a loss. People have no grasp of what they do. You broke into my house, stole my property, murdered my servants, and my PETS! And that is what grieves me the most!

You killed my snake. Thorgrim is beside himself with grief! He raised that snake from the time it was born.

You killed my mother! You killed my father, you killed my people! You took my father's sword…ah
[Rexor twists his arm]

Ah. It must have been when I was younger. There was a time, boy, when I searched for steel, when steel meant more to me than gold or jewels.

The riddle…of steel.

Yes! You know what it is, don't you boy? Shall I tell you? It's the least I can do. Steel isn't strong, boy, flesh is stronger! Look around you. There, on the rocks; a beautiful girl. Come to me, my child…

[coaxes the girl to jump to her death]

That is strength, boy! That is power! What is steel compared to the hand that wields it? Look at the strength in your body, the desire in your heart, I gave you this! Such a waste. Contemplate this on the tree of woe. Crucify him…(click)

Finally made the plane into Paris,
Honey mooning down by the Seine.
Peter Brown called to say,
You can make it OK,
You can get married in Gibraltar, near Spain.

Christ you know it ain't easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me.

Drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton,
Talking in our beds for a week.
The newspapers said, say what you doing in bed?
I said, were only trying to get us some…

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A Grade hallucinogenic drugs. You can see God on these, NO, you can BE a god on these! Sick of everyday reality? Then get yourself….

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free…

She said, "It grieves me so to see you in such pain.
"I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again."
I said, "I appreciate that. And would you please explain about the fifty ways…?"

She said, "Why don't we both just…"

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-ice for none, Sheriff !'

'Out'n 'at car, boy, an' assume th' po-sition !
Yo' butt

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…fin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane?

Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane…(click)

stops and pops from the top of the key…it's IN !

Cavs WIN ! Cavs WIN ! What if LeBron was

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not a fourteen foot tall, four armed bright red mutant badger….

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who was a worthy peer,

His breeches cost him but a crown;

He held them sixpence all too dear,

With that he called the tailor lown…(click)

… and other "pawn shops" are charging usury…

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again, usury, man, usury – NOT THE FORCE ! That's an
outmoded concept from a dead belief system – no one
wants to hear it anymore !

So, usury !

Uh, what's m' ry ?

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Name Is Bruce is a 2007 American comedy horror film, directed, co-produced by and starring B movie cult actor Bruce Campbell. The film was written by Mark Verheiden. It had a theatrical release in October 2008, followed by DVD and Blu-ray releases on February 10, 2009.

Although Sam Raimi, with whom Bruce frequently collaborates, is not involved with this production, much of the film is in the vein of the Evil Dead series. Ted Raimi (Sam's brother), also a frequent collaborator, appears in this film.

Campbell has shown several minutes of the movie during some of his campus lectures, as well as a few public screenings including showings at the sixth annual Ashland Independent Film Festival, CineVegas and the eleventh annual East Lansing Film Festival. A trailer was released for the film as well and is available on various websites. A screening was held at the Alamo Drafthouse Cinema. Tickets for the show sold out in less than two minutes, breaking the previous Alamo ticket sellout record, which was also set by a Bruce Campbell appearance at the theater in 1998…(click)

rounds for the '60, Sir, and outta ammo for the pea-
shooters'

'Damn ! How we fixed for chunkin' rocks

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were a 1970's fad, where children 'adopted' a pet rock, which they then proceeded to …

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spill their blood.

Shoot them in the belly.

When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.

Now there's another thing I want you to remember.

I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that.

We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose and we're going to kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose.

There's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home. And you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what did you do in the great World War II, you won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled poo in Louisiana."

Alright now, you sons-of-beachcombers, you know how I feel. Oh, and I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle – anytime, anywhere.

That's all…(click)

BS, Preacher, so skip thet an' get t' th' good part,
where's Ah kin grab aholt'n 'er an'

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any Excedrin or extra-strength Tylenol?

[opening cabinet] Gee, I think all I got is acetylsalicylic acid, generic. See, I can get six hundred tablets of that for the same price as three hundred of a name brand. That makes good financial sense, good advice…
[takes platter back into living room]

Hey, this is real smoked salmon from Nova Scotia, Canada, $24.95 USD a pound! It only cost me $14.12 USD after tax, though.
[walks up to a hapless guest, speaking confidentially]

I'm givin' this whole thing as a promotional expense, that's why I invited clients instead of friends. You havin' a good time, Mark?
[heads across the room, greeting other guests]

How you doing? Why don't you have some of the brie, it's at room temperature!
[to the Tall Woman]

You think it's too warm in here for the brie?

[standing] Louis, I'm going home.

Aw, don't leave yet. Well, listen, maybe if we start dancing other people will join in!

[pauses] Okay!

[Louis and the Tall Woman begin disco dancing. Suddenly the doorbell rings]

Oh, don't move, I just gotta get the door.
[opens door, greeting guests]

Ted! Annette! I'm glad you could come, how you doin', give me your coats. Everybody, this is Ted and Annette Fleming! Ted has a small carpet cleaning business in receivership; Annette's drawing a salary from a deferred bonus from two years ago! They got fifteen thousand left on the house at eight percent.
[throws the guests' coats in the closet, oblivious that they hit the Terror Dog hiding there]

So they're okay! So, does anybody wanna play Parcheesi?
[the Terror Dog growls from inside the bedroom]

[grinning] Okay, who brought the dog…(click)

lewd and pornographic literature on the site, much to the chagrin of the ….

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Episcopal Minister, residing in the manse at

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221b Baker Street between 1881-1904, according to the stories written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The house was last used as a lodging house in 1936 and the famous 1st floor study overlooking Baker Street is still faithfully maintained as it was kept in Victorian Times.

Step back in time, and when you visit London, remember to visit…(click)

Rocky, remember to take the muffins, Mom. They've
got the secret

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…in the ancient Mayan ruins, traversing the canopy top ropes course for bird watching, followed by snorkling through the clear blue waters of…

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a decent after-dinner drink – mostly of excellent Scotch,
with just a tad of ice

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man Cometh is set in Harry Hope's decidedly downmarket Greenwich Village saloon and rooming house, in 1912. The patrons, who are all men except for three women who are prostitutes, are all dead-end alcoholics who spend every possible moment seeking oblivion in each others' company and trying to con or wheedle free drinks from Harry and the bartenders. They tend to focus much of their anticipation on the semi-regular visits of the salesman Theodore Hickman, known to them as Hickey. When Hickey finishes a tour of his business territory, which is apparently a wide expanse of the West Coast, he typically turns up at the saloon and starts the party. As the play opens, the regulars are expecting Hickey to turn up soon and plan to throw Harry a surprise birthday party. The entire first act introduces the various characters and shows them bickering amongst each other, showing just how drunk and delusional they are, all the while waiting for the arrival of Hickey.

Joe Mott is the only African American member of the group and is the former owner of a black casino. He insists he will soon re-open the casino.

Cecil "The Captain" Lewis is a former infantryman of the British Army who fought Piet "The General" Wetjoen, a Boer, during the Boer War. The two are now good friends and each insists they'll soon go back to their nations of origin.

Harry Hope is the proprietor of the bar and, though he is constantly saying otherwise, has a tendency to give out free drinks. He has not left the bar since his wife Bess's death 20 years ago. He promises that he'll take a walk around the block on his birthday, the next day.

Pat McGloin is a former police lieutenant who was convicted on criminal charges and kicked out of the force. He says he is hoping to appeal, but is waiting for the right moment.

Rocky Pioggi is the night bartender, but is paid little and makes his living mostly off of allowing Pearl and Margie stay at the bar in exchange for all the money they make. He despises being called a pimp.

Ed Mosher is Harry's brother-in-law, Bess's brother. He is a former circus box-office man and con-man who prides himself on his ability to give incorrect change. He kept too much of his illegitimate profits to himself and was fired, but says he will get his job back someday.

Hugo Kalmar is a former editor of anarchist periodicals who often quotes the Old Testament. He is drunk and passed out for a majority of the play and is constantly asking the other patrons to buy him a drink.

James "Jimmy Tomorrow" Cameron is a former British newspaper correspondent. He is constantly procrastinating getting a job, hence his nickname.

Chuck Morello is the day bartender and Cora's boyfriend. He says that he will marry her tomorrow…(click)

…night will begin the silent auction followed by the spaghetti dinner. The community hall will also be open Saturday for a mini health fair where student nurses will check your…

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backdoor in a computer system (or cryptosystem or algorithm) is a method of bypassing normal authentication, securing remote access to a computer, obtaining access to plaintext, and so on, while attempting to remain undetected. The backdoor may take the form of an installed program (e.g., Back Orifice) or may subvert the system through a rootkit…(click)

-chen capers and madcap antics, culminating in a massive food fight involving what appears to be a banquet fit for a ….

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a pair of cement Oxfords, Rocky – now where's 'at
money !?'

'Uh, well, it wuz this way, see, we 'ud jus' com' down
th' street, see, when this cop shows, see, so we kinda
sidled up to this dumpster, see, and we sort of dumped
the swagbag in the dumpster, see, and then this BIG
yellow truck, see, come along and

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…bird sales on the Friday after Thanksgiving will offer tremendous deals if you are willing to stand in line during the cold, early morning hours and hope to get lucky to grab one of the limited number. Expensive electronics at drastic discounts of 60% or more are the holy grail…

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is a sacred object figuring in literature and certain Christian traditions, most often identified with the dish, plate, or cup used by Jesus at the Last Supper and said to possess miraculous powers. The connection of Joseph of Arimathea with the Grail legend dates from Robert de Boron's Joseph d'Arimathie (late 12th century) in which Joseph receives the Grail from an apparition of Jesus and sends it with his followers to Great Britain; building upon this theme, later writers recounted how Joseph used the Grail to catch Christ's blood while interring him and that in Britain he founded a line of guardians to keep it safe. The quest for the Holy Grail makes up an important segment of the Arthurian cycle, appearing first in works by Chrétien de Troyes. The legend may combine Christian lore with a Celtic myth of a cauldron endowed with special powers.

The Grail legend's development has been traced in detail by cultural historians: It is a legend which first came together in the form of written romances, deriving perhaps from some pre-Christian folklore hints, in the later 12th and early 13th centuries. The early Grail romances centered on Percival and were woven into the more general Arthurian fabric. Some of the Grail legend is interwoven with legends of the Holy Chalice…(click)

and most famously with the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch.

And Saint Attila raised the Hand Grenade up on high, saying:

"O Lord, bless this thy Hand Grenade that with it thou mayest blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy."

And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu..

Maynard: Skip a bit, Brother.

Brother: And the Lord spake, saying:

"First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin.
Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less.
Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three.
Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three.
Five is right out.
Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it."

Maynard: Amen.

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It's looks like the type of disorder that's rarely ever seen anymore except in primitive cultures. We call it, ah…some somnambuliform form of possession. Quite frankly, we really don't know much about it at all except it starts with a conflict or a guilt and it leads the patient's delusion that it's body has been invaded by some alien intelligence. Umm…Spirit if you will…(click)