Tuesday, May 18, 2010

SoSG Smonkstakes!

So, yesterday you Met Smonk. Today, you learn how you can Get Smonk. This is how the lucky reader/Smonk recipient will be determined:

  • Comment here as you please
  • Whenever this thread goes without a comment for 48 hours, the reader who made the last comment wins! (comments from the Sons don't count)
  • For your convenience, a "SoSG Smonkstakes" link to this thread has been placed on the sidebar.

Nothing more to it. Probably the simplest SoSG competition yet. Any questions ask here. I will leave you with more photos of Smonk during his SoSG tattoo surgical procedure:

Let the war of attrition begin!

3888 comments:

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Free rbnlaw said...

Nicked 400 from me. Damn.

Mr. Customer said...

There is a man in need of a game thread in here

MR. F said...

Han maneuvers his mount out of the cave and races into the
dark bitter night.

Free rbnlaw said...

Milito with a brilliant goal; his second.
Inter 2-0 over Bayern Munich.

Mr. Customer said...

Again with Milito

Free rbnlaw said...

MLASF,
Klose as I'm going to get. Besides, I can't quote movies or shows like you and Mr. F.

Mr. Customer said...

Grudging respect, as that was a beautiful strike

Free rbnlaw said...

Sorry, I meant Mr. C.
I needed my glasses, which are now on my face.

Enjoying this game? I expected more out of Bayern.

Mr. Customer said...

Mourinho is still annoying.

Mr. Customer said...

@rb

Ah, I knew what you meant. No worries.

It has been better in the second half. Still detest inter, but at least it's picking up.

Free rbnlaw said...

With guys like Milito, Messi, and Tevez, it's a wonder Argentina doesn't do better in international play. They squeaked into the WC.

Mr. Customer said...

Big corner here

Free rbnlaw said...

Bayern's pace really annoys the Inter fans. It annoys me as it produces nothing. Italian clubs will absolutely pack the box on you.

Mr. Customer said...

They've got strikers in spades, but I don't think their defense is in the same class

Free rbnlaw said...

Van Bommel with a bad challenge.

Mr. Customer said...

Don't see this happening for Ze Germans

Free rbnlaw said...

In all fairness, Julio Cesar has had a great game in goal.

Free rbnlaw said...

They certainly aren't playing like a team with urgency.

Mr. Customer said...

The only way I see this thread ever ending is if it crashes blogger

Mr. Customer said...

Keeper's barely been challenged, at that

Free rbnlaw said...

Big free kick. . .into the wall.

Agree about Argentina. When Peru pushes you to the brink, you've got to make some changes. Maradonna? Brilliant player; lousy manager.

Free rbnlaw said...

Well, there was that playoff thread that got to 1,000 comments. Or was it an extra innings game thread?

I forget.

Mr. Customer said...

"brilliant player, lousy manager"

That almost NEVER happens

Mr. Customer said...

The final GT last year was 1200ish

Free rbnlaw said...

Wow, Inter with 2 shots on target; one went in. Bayern shoot themselves in the foot.

Free rbnlaw said...

That's the one. We're well on the way here.

I really hate Mourinho.

Bayern trying to buy time with bad dives.

Free rbnlaw said...

Eto'o has been silent tonight, until just now.

Free rbnlaw said...

Bayern fans left with just their schadenfreude.

Mr. Customer said...

Haven't seen that many joyless Germans since the DDR.

Free rbnlaw said...

Well Bayern, you'll still have Oktoberfest.

Mr. Customer said...

Inter with a treble.

Fuck me in the armpit.

Mr. Customer said...

At least Berlusconi is more annoyed than I am right now

Free rbnlaw said...

That was a less than spectacular game. Good goals, but mainly flat play.

And the newest EPL team are a bunch of Tangerines? Say it ain't so.

Mr. Customer said...

I'll give respect to the seasiders. They played a he'll of a match.

Free rbnlaw said...

Funny that. Blackpool is actually the premier seaside resort in England. Must get up to 70 in the summer.

Good on them. It'll be a short stay, but well worth the time.

Free rbnlaw said...

On to the GT.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: [whistles disapproving] Ho ho ho, "Had to"? "Had to come in"?

karina said...

@Mr Customer 1:16 Mourihno, people and objects associated to the Inter are annoying.

I'm very annoyed they won another title so they rub it in from of us, the fans of the great Rossonero team.

Long Live the AC Milan!

karina said...

Of course, San Siro is not annoying...

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Yeah, but...

MR. F said...

EXTERIOR: HOTH -- ICE GORGE -- DUSK

The jagged face of a huge ice wall sits gloomily in the dim
twilight of a Hoth day. Luke hangs upside down, ankles frozen
into icy stalactites, his extended arms within a foot of the
snow floor. One side of his face is covered in a dried mask of
frozen blood. He opens his eyes as a chilling moan of the
hideous ice creature echoes off the gorge walls. Luke pulls
himself up, grabs hold of his ankles, and futilely tries to
unfasten the throngs.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: "Had to come in" and "maybe we'll get together"? "Had to" and "Maybe"?

MR. F said...

Exhausted, he drops back into his hanging position. As he
hangs there, he spies his lightsaber lying near a pile of his
discarded gear, about three feet out of reach.
He focuses on the saber and, as his hand strains toward the
weapon, he squeezes his eyes tight in concentration.
Just as the ice creature looms over Luke, the lightsaber
jumps into Luke's hand.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Yeah!

MR. F said...

The young warrior instantly ignites his sword, swinging up,
and cuts himself loose from the ice. He flops to the snow in a
heap. The startled creature moves back, his giant yellow eyes
blinking. Luke scrambles to his feet. He swings his lightsaber
and the beast screams in pain.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: No...no...no, I hate to tell you this: you're not gonna see this woman.

MR. F said...

EXTERIOR: HOTH -- ENTRANCE TO ICE GORGE -- DUSK

Luke staggers out of the gorge into the dark and snowy
twilight. Weak and exhausted, he stumbles down a snow bank.

Mr. Customer said...

@karina

The worst I can say about AC is that your owner offends me, but that is true of several teams I hold dear, so I suppose it's OK

#nottomenttionanynamesfrankmccourt

MR. F said...

EXTERIOR: HOTH -- OUTSIDE ICE HANGAR -- DUSK

Artoo stands in the falling snow, beeping worriedly.
Threepio moves stiffly over to him.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: [indignant] What, are you serious...why, why did she call?

MR. F said...

Artoo beeps, long and low.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: How do I know, maybe, ya know, maybe she wanted to be polite.

MR. F said...

THREEPIO: Don't say thing like that! Of course we'll see Master Luke
again. He'll be quite all right, you'll see. (to himself) Stupid
little short-circuit. He'll be quite all right.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: To be polite? You are insane!

MR. F said...

Threepio turns to go back inside the main hangar as Artoo
mournfully keeps his vigil.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: All right, all right, I didn't want to tell you this, you wanna know why she called you?

MR. F said...

EXTERIOR: HOTH -- SNOW DRIFT -- DUSK

The wind is blowing quite strong now. Luke struggles to
stay upright, but a blast of freezing snow knocks him over. He
struggles to get up, but he can't. The young warrior from
Tatooine drags himself a couple of feet and then collapses.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Yes!

MR. F said...

INTERIOR: REBEL BASE -- MAIN HANGAR DECK -- ENTRANCE -- NIGHT

Princess Leia stands inside the dark entrance to the Rebel
base, waiting for a sign of the two Rebel heroes. She shivers
in the cold wind as, nearby, Chewie sits with his head in his
hands. In the background, Artoo and Threepio move through the
doors.
A Rebel lieutenant moves to Major Derlin, an officer
keeping watch with the princess.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: You're a back-up, you're a second-line, a just-in-case, a B-plan of contingency!

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

IN BEARD WE TRUST

MR. F said...

LIEUTENANT: Sir, all the patrols are in. There's still no contact from
Skywalker or Solo.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Oh, I get it, this is about the button.

MR. F said...

THREEPIO: Mistress Leia, Artoo says he's been quite unable to pick up
any signals, although he does admit that his own range is far too
weak to abandon all hope.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: [The waitress(Claire) passes the table; George stops her and writes something on his note-block] Claire, Claire, you're a woman, right?

MR. F said...

Leia nods an acknowledgment, but she is lost in thought.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

CLAIRE: What gave it away, George?

MR. F said...

DERLIN: Your Highness, there's nothing more we can do tonight. The
shield doors must be closed.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: Uhm...I'd like to ask you...ask you to analyze a hypothetical phone call, ya know, from a female point of view.

MR. F said...

He turns to the lieutenant.

DERLIN: Close the doors.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: [to George] Oh, come on now, what are you asking her? Now, how is she gonna know?

MR. F said...

LIEUTENANT: Yes, sir.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: [to Claire] Now, a woman calls me, all right? She says she has to [makes some gestures to accent "has to"] come to New York on business...

MR. F said...

The lieutenant walks away. Chewie lets out a long, mournful
howl, somewhat like a coyote. At the same moment, Artoo begins
a complex series of efficient beeps.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Oh you are beautiful! [ironically]

MR. F said...

THREEPIO: Artoo says the chances of survival are seven hundred
seventy-five...to one.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: and, and maybe [again some gestures] she'll see me when she gets there, does this woman intend to spend time with me?

MR. F said...

Leia stands praying to herself as the huge metal doors slam
across the entrance of the ice cave. The loud booms echo
throughout the huge cavern. Chewie lets out another suffering
howl.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

CLAIRE: I'd have to say: uuhh, no. [George shows his note-block to Jerry, it says very largely: NO]

MR. F said...

THREEPIO: Actually, Artoo has been known to make mistakes...from time
to time. Oh, dear, oh, dear. Don't worry about Master Luke. I'm sure
he'll be all right. He's quite clever, you know...for a human being.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: [to Claire] So why did she call?

MR. F said...

EXTERIOR: HOTH -- SNOW DRIFT -- DUSK

Luke lies face down in the snow, nearly unconscious. Slowly
he looks up and sees Ben Kenobi, barely visible through the
blowing snow. It is hard to tell if Kenobi is real or a
hallucination.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

CLAIRE: To be polite.

MR. F said...

BEN: Luke...Luke.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: To be polite, I rest my case.

MR. F said...

LUKE: (weakly) Ben?

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Good. Did you have fun? You have no idea, what you're talking about, now, come on, come with me [stands up], I, I gotta go get my stuff out of the dryer anyway.

MR. F said...

BEN: You will go to the Dagobah system.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: I'm not gonna watch you do laundry.

MR. F said...

LUKE: Dagobah system?

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Oh, come on, be a "come-with-guy".

MR. F said...

BEN: There you will learn from Yoda, the Jedi Master who instructed
me.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: Come on, I'm tired.

MR. F said...

The image of Ben fades, revealing a lone Tauntaun rider
approaching from the windswept horizon.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

CLAIRE: [to Jerry] Don't worry, I gave him a little caffeine: he'll perk up.

MR. F said...

LUKE: (groaning faintly) Ben...Ben.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: [takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes; panics] Right, I knew I felt something...! [Jerry is laughing, Claire walks away with a smile]

MR. F said...

Luke drops into unconsciousness.
Han pulls up and leaps off his mount. He hurries to his
snow-covered friend, cradling him in his arms. Han's Tauntaun
lets out a low, pitiful bellow. But Han's concern is with
Luke, and he shakes him urgently.

MR. F said...

500

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

500

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

DAMMIT

MR. F said...

Luke doesn't respond. Han begins frantically rubbing and
slapping Luke's unconscious face. As he starts to lift the
youth, Han hears a rasping sound behind him. He turns, just in
time to see his Tauntaun stagger and then fall over into the
snow.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

[Scene: Laundry. Jerry and George are there; George is staring at one of the dryers]

MR. F said...

Han carries Luke to the moaning beast. Then, with a final
groan, the Tauntaun expires.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: Jerry? I have to tell ya somethin':...this is the dullest moment I've ever experienced. [walks away from the dryer; a man passes George and Jerry]

MR. F said...

HAN: Not much time.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Well, look at this guy! Look, he's got everything, he's got: detergents, sprays, fabric softeners; this is not his first load.

MR. F said...

He pushes Luke's inert form against the belly of the dead
beast.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: I need a break, Jerry, ya know, I gotta get out of the city, I feel so cramped...

MR. F said...

LUKE: (moaning) Ben...Ben...

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: And you didn't even hear how she sounded.

MR. F said...

HAN: Hang on, kid.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: What?!

MR. F said...

LUKE: Dagobah system...

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Laura.

MR. F said...

Han ignites Luke's saber and cuts the beast from head to
toe. He quickly tosses it's steaming innards into the snow,
then lifts Luke's inert form and stuffs him inside the
carcass.

MR. F said...

HAN: (reeling from the odor) Whew...

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: I can't believe: [falls on his knees] WE ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS!

MR. F said...

LUKE: Dagobah...

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Yeah, but how could you be so sure?

MR. F said...

HAN: This may smell bad, kid...

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: [gets up] 'Cause it's signals, Jerry [starts snapping his fingers], it's signals! Don't you....all right. Did she even ask you, what you were doin' tomorrow night, if you were busy?

MR. F said...

LUKE: (moaning) Yoda...

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: No.

MR. F said...

HAN: ...but it will keep you warm...til I get the shelter built.
(struggling to get Luke in the carcass) Ooh...I thought they smelled
bad on the outside!

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: She calls you today and she doesn't make a plan for tomorrow? What is that? It's Saturday night!

MR. F said...

The wind has picked up considerably, making it difficult to
move. Han removes a pack from the dead creature's back, taking
out a shelter container. He begins to set up what can only be
a pitiful protection against a bitter Hoth night.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Yeah.

MR. F said...

EXTERIOR: HOTH -- SNOWDRIFT -- DAWN

Four snub-nosed armored snowspeeders race across the white
landscape.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: What is that? It's ridiculous! [Jerry bobs agreeingly] You don't even know, what hotel she's staying at, you can't call her. That's a signal, Jerry, that's a signal! [snaps his fingers again] Signal!

MR. F said...

INTERIOR: SNOWSPEEDER COCKPIT

There is only one pilot, Zev, in the enclosed two-man
craft. He concentrates on the scopes which ring his cockpit.
He hears a low beep from one of his monitors.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Maybe you're right.

MR. F said...

ZEV: (into transmitter) Echo Base...I've got something! Not much, but
it could be a life form.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: Maybe I'm right? Of course I'm right.

MR. F said...

EXTERIOR: HOTH -- SNOWDRIFT

The small craft banks and makes a slow arc, then races off
in a new direction.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: This is insane. You know, I don't even know where she's staying! She, she's not gonna call me, this is unbelievable.

MR. F said...

INTERIOR: SNOWSPEEDER -- COCKPIT

The pilot switches over to a new transmitter.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: [puts an arm around Jerry and whispers] I know, I know. [normal voice] Listen, your stuff has to be done by know, why don't you just see if it's dried?

MR. F said...

ZEV: (into transmitter) This is Rouge Two. this is Rouge Two. Captain
Solo, so you copy? Commander Skywalker, do you copy? This is Rouge
Two.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: No no no, don't interrupt the cycle. The machine is working, it, it knows what it's doing, just let it finish.

MR. F said...

There is a sharp crackle of static, then a faint voice.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: You're gonna "overdry" it.

MR. F said...

HAN: (filtered over Zev's receiver) Good morning. Nice of you guys to
drop by.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: You, you can't "overdry".

MR. F said...

ZEV: (switching transmitters) Echo Base...this is Rouge Two. I found
them. Repeat, I found them.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: Why not?

MR. F said...

EXTERIOR: HOTH -- SNOWDRIFT -- DAY

The small shelter Han set up is covered with snow on the
windward side. A makeshift antenna rests gingerly on top the
snowdrift. Han spots Zev's snowspeeder approaching in the
distance, and begins waving his arms frantically at the tiny
craft.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Same as you can't "overwet". [George looks puzzled] You see, once something is wet, it's wet. Same thing with dead: like once you die you're dead, right? Let's say you drop dead and I shoot you: you're not gonna die again, you're already dead. You can't "overdie", you can't "overdry".

MR. F said...

INTERIOR: REBEL BASE -- MEDICAL CENTER

Strange robot surgeons adjust a mass of electronic
equipment. A switch is thrown and a sudden blinding flash
obscures Luke in a bacta tank filled with a thick, gelatinous
slime. He begins to thrash about, raving in delirium.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: [looks at the other persons in the laundry and says to them pointing to Jerry] Any questions?

MR. F said...

INTERIOR: REBEL BASE -- MEDICAL CENTER -- RECOVERY ROOM

Luke sits up in a recovery-room bed, weak but smiling. His
face shows terrible wounds from the Wampa's attack. Threepio
and Artoo enter the room.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: How could she not tell me where she was staying? [George stands by the dryer again and secretly opens it: the dryer stops working and George closes the lid]

MR. F said...

THREEPIO: Master Luke, sir, it's good to see you fully functional
again.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

GEORGE: [points to the dryer] Look at that: they're done! It's a miracle! [Jerry looks surprised]

MR. F said...

Artoo beeps his good wishes.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

[Scene: Jerry's apartment. Jerry is watching TV]

MR. F said...

THREEPIO: Artoo expresses his relief, also.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: [The phone rings. He picks it up and says:] If you know what happened in the Mets-game, don't say anything, I taped it, hello... Yeah, no, I'm sorry, you have the wrong number...Yeah, no [somebody knocks at the door] Yeah? [to the door, while still at the phone]

MR. F said...

Han and Chewie make their entrance. The Wookiee growls a
greeting.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

KRAMER: [enters] Are you up?

MR. F said...

HAN: How are you feeling, kid? You don't look so bad to me. In fact,
you look strong enough to pull the ears off a Gundark.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: [To Kramer] Yeah...[in the phone] Yeah, people do move! Have you ever seen the big trucks out on the street? Yeah, no problem [hangs up the phone].

MR. F said...

LUKE: Thanks to you.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

KRAMER: Boy, the Mets blew it tonight, huh?

MR. F said...

HAN: That's two you owe me, junior.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: [upset] Ooohhhh, what are you doing? Kramer, it's a tape! I taped the game, it's one o'clock in the morning! I avoided human contact all night to watch this.

MR. F said...

Han turns as Leia enters the room. He looks at her with a
big, devilish grin.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

KRAMER: Hey, I'm sorry, I...ya know, I, I thought you knew...[takes two loaves of bread out of his pockets] You got any meat?

MR. F said...

HAN: Well your Worship, looks like you managed to keep me around for a
little while longer.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

KRAMER: Hey, I'm sorry, I...ya know, I, I thought you knew...[takes two loaves of bread out of his pockets] You got any meat?

MR. F said...

LEIA: (haughtily) I had nothing to do with it. General Rieekan thinks
it's dangerous for any ships to leave the system until we've activated
the energy shield.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: [a little irritated] Meat? I don't, I don't know, go...hunt! [Kramer walks to the refrigerator and sticks his head in] Well what, what happened in the game anyway?

MR. F said...

HAN: That's a good story. I think you just can't bear to let a
gorgeous guy like me out of your sight.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

KRAMER: [still with his head in the refrigerator] What happened? Well, they STUNK, that's what happened! [takes some meat from the refrigerator and closes it] Ya know, I almost wound up going to that game.

MR. F said...

LEIA: I don't know where you get you delusions, laser brain.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: [cynical] Yeah you almost went to the game. You haven't been out of the building in ten years!

MR. F said...

Chewie is amused; he laughs in his manner. Han, enjoying
himself, regards Chewie good-humoredly.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

KRAMER: Yeah. [Jerry sits down on the couch. Kramer sits down next to him and starts turning over the pages of a magazine. Suddenly he spots an article he likes and tears it out. Jerry looks at him with a "what-the-h...-are-you-doing-look" and Kramer asks:] Are you done with this?

MR. F said...

HAN: Laugh it up, fuzz ball. But you didn't see us alone in the south
passage.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: No.

MR. F said...

Luke sparks to this; he looks at Leia.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

KRAMER: [glues the article back with his own saliva and puts the magazine back on the table] When you're done, let me know.

MR. F said...

HAN: She expressed her true feelings for me.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: Yeah, yeah...you can have it tomorrow.

MR. F said...

Leia is flushed, eyes darting between Luke and Han.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

KRAMER: I thought I wasn't allowed to be in here this weekend.

MR. F said...

LEIA: My...! Why, you stuck up,...half-witted,...scruffy-looking...
nerf-herder!

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: No, it's OK now, that, that girl is not comin' uh, I, I misread the whole thing.

MR. F said...

HAN: Who's scruffy-looking? (to Luke) I must have hit her pretty close
to the mark to get her all riled up like that, huh, kid?

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

KRAMER: You want me to talk to her?

MR. F said...

Leia looks vulnerable for a moment, then the mask falls
again, and she focuses on Luke.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: I don't think so.

MR. F said...

LEIA: Why, I guess you don't know everything about women yet?

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

KRAMER: Oh, I can be very persuasive. Do you know that I was almost... a lawyer. [shows with his fingers how close it was]

MR. F said...

With that she leans over and kisses Luke on the lips. Then
she turns on her heel and walks out, leaving everyone in the
room slightly dumbstruck. With some smugness, Luke puts his
hands behind his head and grins.
Suddenly, in the distance, the muffled sound of an alarm is
heard.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

JERRY: That close, huh?

MR. F said...

ANNOUNCER: (over loudspeaker) Headquarters personnel, report to command
center.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

KRAMER: You better believe it. [The phone rings. Jerry picks it up]

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

600

MR. F said...

600

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