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mrmitchell
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A bearded man wearing rags wanders into the city center of El Paso. When a man questioned him for his name, he simply uttered "Mitchell!" and dropped dead at the spot.
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History Guy
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Reads too many books...
Oct 2001 time: 23:35
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Along the roadside, everybody shouts: "Ifelina is a quack!" and "Go back to Bob, you kneecap!" and other such insulting comments. People are generally rather peevish at the thought of a small rebellion in the middle of their nice old town, especially when the swaggering yokels who are behind it keep knocking over their vegetable carts and stepping on their squid. Stones are thrown, calls for order are made.
The Pope himself stands forward. Everybody gasps! They thought he had been away in Stormia... And so he had. But now he has returned to meet the rebels himself. His cousin, Lorenzo de Calamari, stands at his side, his hand nervously clutching a pistol.
"Now, erm, look here, mate," says Lorenzo.
"Return to your villages!" cried the Pope. "In God's name, I pray you, disperse and shed no blood. You try to find a quarrel in nothing, my friends."
"Ummm..." says one of the rebels, picking his ear.
"You heard the Pope! And the Prime Minister!" shouts Calamari, boldly striding forward. "Don't make me pull a Swiss guard on you."
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