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@*#& Java! Lousy piece'a-a-a-a . . . . oh . . . um-m-m-m . . .
Sa-a-a-a-am! Where be'ya when yer cap'n be needin' yuh son?
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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