Ruminating on the potential rules/expected-forms of a post-yer-own absurdist follow-on narrative...
Well, it's absurdist, right? So, rules don't really apply.
The first rule of Cud is: If you need a literal explanation and a set of rules, you probably shouldn't contribute.
Howsa 'bout an opening character, them, or situ?
my suggestion: "The Open Road"
alluvial
PS. The Wenches' Tavern had waaaay too many spiders.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
More mooing was heard today.
Posted by alluvion (Member # 7462) on :
and so it began!
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
The old man lived in the hut at the end of the road. He had been there for many years. His wife had long ago died, his children grown and left. He was alone with the cow.
Posted by rivka (Member # 4859) on :
But not for long.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
It's never that simple, is it? Oh, no, for Fate had far more in store for him, and especially for the cow.
Posted by alluvion (Member # 7462) on :
*spikes cow through noggin, and delivers tastiest patties to would-be authors*
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
But never fear, dear readers, because there are more cows coming. For in this land, cows roam freely, grazing where they may.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
They graze the grass though 'tis not green; They graze in streets, though th'are not clean.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
The Chocolate Brown Holstein
They seek him here, They seek him there. Those cowhands seek him everywhere. Is he chewing grass? Or is he seeking garbage? That demned elusive Brown Holstein.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Are your cows purple over there?
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Nope, brown. Just like the chocolate brown indicates. Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
When brown is purple, sleep will not come. [/pseudo-Zen mumbo-jumbo]
Posted by Telperion the Silver (Member # 6074) on :
Spider! He is our hero! Spider! Must get ride of! Spider! We love you Spider! Spider! Must step on!
Uunnnnnnh...
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
A ride-on spider? *cocks eyebrow* *shudders*
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
The spider shrugged off its saddle and began to spin a web, hoping to catch the next cow to come wandering down the road.
Posted by KarlEd (Member # 571) on :
Alas, he spun his web in a sheep pasture and all he caught were sheep. He hated eating sheep. Eating sheep was like sucking your dinner through a cotton ball.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
The spider could see the sheep were suffering, bound by his webs, but being an evil spider, he saw no point in releasing them. Instead, he pushed them over a cliff.
Posted by KarlEd (Member # 571) on :
But as the web-bound sheep fell, they caught on the branch of a large tree growing on an outcropping on the side of the cliff, much to the surprise of a young man walking along the road at the bottom of the cliff, who alerted by much overhead bleating was much surprised to look up and see what was essentially a sack of sheep hanging from a tree limb on the side of the cliff.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
The young man, who lived in a remote village, believed the sheep were magic. He cut them down from the tree and herded them to his home.
Posted by KarlEd (Member # 571) on :
Arriving at home, the young man called out "Grandmother! Grandmother! Come see what I have brought!"
Upon seeing the sheep the grandmother exclaimed, "You stupid, STUPID boy! I send you out to buy magic beans and what do you bring back? SHEEP!"
Posted by TomDavidson (Member # 124) on :
The young man shook his head. "No, I got the beans, too. These sheep were free." And he handed her the small bag of beans, along with the change.
Posted by Rani Sambol Oelik (Member # 8020) on :
His grandmother grabbed the bag of beans from his filty hands. She quickly opened the bag, shrugged, and said, "Ah, but I'm starving, so we'll have to eat them instead. Into the stew they go!"
Posted by KarlEd (Member # 571) on :
"Wait!" the young man cried. "The sheep are magic too. Let's feed the magic beans to the magic sheep and see what happens."
Posted by kaioshin00 (Member # 3740) on :
More was at motion than the Grandmother and the young man knew. For, as you see, magic beans and magic sheep are each a rare entity. The combination of the both would result in something truly spectacular.
But the choice now lay before the Grandmother. Would she listen to the young man and let the sheep consume her magic beans? Or, in her hungry state, would her stomach be the final resting place for the sheep?
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Or would she add some Rogan Josh to the mix to flavor her stew? Piquant, with a tad of lime. Grandmaw's mouth was watering already at the thought.
Posted by Rogan Josh (Member # 8024) on :
Unforunately, she hadn't any rice left, and what is Rogan Josh without a good rice ? So she let the sheep eat the magic beans.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
But we all know that sheep is really good as a Rogan Josh, so she was merely intent on fattening up her sheep before it became stew.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Because grandma had pappadums and naan and parotha in her freezer, and that would go with Rogan Josh even better than rice.
Posted by Rogan Josh (Member # 8024) on :
Would it be cheese naan ? *drools*
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
But magic beans aren't fattening.
Posted by TomDavidson (Member # 124) on :
Rogan' Josh came home a few minutes later and carelessly tossed his mud-caked boots into the corner.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Grandma poked her head in her freezer, which was a magic freezer, and asked for cheese naan. She took out the package and began to heat up the stove.
Meanwhile, she instructed her grandson to kill the sheep, the one that had been fed the magic beans. Then she took her Rogan Josh and added it to the pot already simmering over the fire.
Edit to add: Dangit, Tom, I was typing when you posted that. I don't wanna change what I wrote! I don't! Don't wanna! You can't make me! I don't do it!!!!!
Posted by Rogan Josh (Member # 8024) on :
Magic beans make donkeys fly. I don't know what they do to sheeps.
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
Grandma was about to find out.
Posted by Rogan Josh (Member # 8024) on :
I don't know about the sheep, but if I have to be eaten, with cheese naan is the best way I can be.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Her grandson took his knife and sharpened it on the nearest rock. Having never been taught how to properly sharpen a knife, he succeeded in gouging the blade, making it duller than before. He stood over the sheep and brought the blade up to the neck of the sheep.
Posted by kaioshin00 (Member # 3740) on :
Rogan' Josh noticed Grandma with a bottle of Rogan Josh. He had feared this day for many moons. He was going to be replaced by a condiment.
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
It had already happened to his Uncle Worchestershire.
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
*waits for pond to freeze*
*shaves spider's belly with the dull knife*
*climbs onto spider's back and gets a running start*
Spider Curling!
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
Meanwhile, the sheep that the grandson was about to slaughter said, "Wow, that is one dull knife. I don't think that's even going to get through my wool, let alone cut through the arteries in my neck and drain the blood out of me effectively. I've watched the shepherd sharpen knives hundreds of times. Mind if I give you some pointers? Hey, I don't have to say Baaaa-a-a-a anymore. That's weird."
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Then he looked at Rogan Josh and said, "Wow! All these years, I thought it was Rogan Gosh! Huh, learn something new every day! Someone had better tell Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni."
Because he was distracted, he failed to notice the giant anvil falling from the sky.
Posted by Katarain (Member # 6659) on :
But the giant anvil wasn't falling. Barely visible from the ground, except for those with exceptional sight, there was a tiny butterfly carrying the anvil with its little legs. Rogan Josh looked up, just as the butterfly muttered something about china and hurricanes and let the anvil go right over the sheep's poor little head.
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
A hungry coyote, carrying an empty ACME dynamite box, eagerly awaits the sheep's pending demise.
Posted by kaioshin00 (Member # 3740) on :
It just so happened that the magical sheep looked up at the very instant the anvil was dropped. Some may attribute this to pure luck, but then not many people have had magical beans before.
The sheep estimated the altitude of the anvil, and factoring the rotation of earth calculated that by the time the anvil reached the surface, it would not be landing on him - it was to fall on Rogan Josh!
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
"RUN, ROGAN JOSH!" the sheep screamed. "YOU ARE TOO TASTY TO DIE!"
Posted by TomDavidson (Member # 124) on :
Rogan Josh looked up, bewildered -- and the anvil came crashing down through the roof, ripping the bottle out of Granny's astonished hands and smashing it into a million pieces.
For a moment, silence.
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
. . . KABOOM!
A blackened coyote holds the remains of a spent match.
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
Then the spider: "Hey, guys, has anyone seen a bag of sheep? I'm pretty sure I left it hanging around here somewhere. Hey! Smells like Rogan Josh. You guys celebrating something?"
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
*challenges the flying donkey to a blue dart contest*
Posted by kaioshin00 (Member # 3740) on :
The young man was simply flummoxed. In the past hour, he had witnessed a talking sheep, a falling anvil, and now a talking spider.
Not wanting to hear any more talking animals, he duct taped his ears closed.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Unbeknownst to him, he had used (duh Duh DUHN!) talking duct tape! Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
Quoth the duct tape:
"Shop at Lowes Home Center for huge discounts on everything in our store."
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
The young man ripped the duct tape off, ripping off a strip of hair with it. And much skin. Now, with blood dripping down, he muttered, "What the..." He sat down and sobbed.
Posted by kaioshin00 (Member # 3740) on :
Realizing that a fellow creature was injured, the talking sheep and spider decided to team up to help the young man. The sheep removed a small piece of wool from his fluffy exterior while the spider wove a small rectangle of web. Combining the two, they constructed a home-made bandaid which they then gave to the boy to put on his wound.
However, this was no ordinary piece of wool-and-web, as both had originated from magical talking creatures. Putting on the bandaid, the young man suddenly felt an energy rising within him unlike any he had experienced before.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Now, let's not let this get dirty... Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Before he realized what was happening, he'd grabbed his shovel from behind the house and started digging a hole in the ground for a new privy, just like his grandmother had been nagging him to do for months. Pretty soon, he was covered in sweat and dirt.
In other words, he was filthy. Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
He was a filthy, dirty, disgusting boy.
The sheep looked at him and said, "You're sooooo DIRTY!"
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
"Dirty, dirty, dirty! Filthy, even! Disgusting!"
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
It was getting dark, and the filthy boy went to wash up, forgetting to cover the newly dug latrine hole.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Right about then, a raven flew overhead, crying, "Save me!" For, of course, it was not really a raven, but the dutiful daughter of a humble miller who had been enchanted by an evil sorcerer.
Posted by Morbo (Member # 5309) on :
"That's IT! All I wanted was a few magic beans, and now we have raving ravens, a neat-freak sheep, and spiders who know first aid! There's wizardry afoot here..." granny muttered darkly.
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
quote:Granny's astonished hands
*remembers how his own granny used to do the "astonished hands" thing*
mouth agape, head cocked slighty to the left, eyes bulging...
*makes a fortune selling astonished granny bobbleheads on e-bay*
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Granny, noticing the granny bobbleheads for the first time, yelled, "Get away from me, ye evil incarnate objects! Get away from me!" Her eyes glowed a dull red.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Not the red of a ruby, you know, nor of blood, not even scarlet or carnelian. It was just kind of a dull... red.
"Granny's a Goa'ould!" cried the shocked Stargate fan in the audience.
Granny quickly silenced him with a blast from the hand-weapon-thingy she wore (which her grandson thought was just a ring, obviously). She glared at the other spectators. "And don't any of the rest of you mention that. Goa'ould don't exist in this fantasy world. I'm just doing a cross-over to make extra money."
Richard Dean Anderson ran into the scene, waved, and ran off into the distance. The fans fainted in amazement and pleasure and weren't heard from for the rest of the story.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
From the side lines, voices were heard chattering. Amanda Tapping, who usually plays the role of Samantha Carter in Stargate SG-1, whispered to Michael Shanks, "But Goa-ould's eyes glow a bright white. Is this a mutant form? Or a cousin? Or... Something altogether different?"
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Kurt Russell, passing by, whispered back, "In the original movie, it was red."
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
*paints eyes of granny bobbleheads red and raises minimum e-bay bid*
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Granny looked at the painted eyes and sighed. "Now, see, that just makes my head look fat."
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Michael Shanks says to Kurt, "No, no, I don't think so. I watched the show not long ago, and they were definitely white. The acting by that character who played Ra was way over the top, but the eyes definitely glowed white."
Kurt looked back at Michael, scowled, and said, "You wanna make something of this? I mean, my son was named Tyler. Then you guys screw up and call him Charlie. Do you really want to make an issue of this?"
Amanda and Michael look at each other, and say, in unison, "We can take him." They draw their zats and fire.
Posted by alluvion (Member # 7462) on :
*finds himself spellbound by the first 5 posts*
oh yeah...
*pauses to wheeze a sigh and return to reading these heady (and undoubtably perceptive) posts*
(thanks folks)
Posted by alluvion (Member # 7462) on :
"giggle-fits subside*
thank you so much!
*invisible chortle: wish I'd had the mic online*
a couple thoughts:
Lotsa good ideas. My only slight crit: a few (just a few) longer posts covering a bit more ground.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Granny waved her bejewelled hands at the critic, sending him flying againtst the stone wall of her home with great force, and knocking him unconscious in the process. "Damned critics. Should just shut up and leave me alone." She sniffed, and walked into the shed. "Ah, the stew is almost ready," she said, and took a taste. "Hmm. A little more salt and a tidge of cumin and a squeeze of lime ought to do the trick. Oh, and some coriander. Definitely have to have coriander." She wandered out to her kitchen garden, grabbed a few sprigs of the herb, and returned to her kitchen to chop them up, then tossed them into the stew with the other ingredients.
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
The enterprising coyote discovers a discarded anvil by the side of a small cottage. A lightbulb appears over the coyote's head, replaced by a cloud-shaped vision of a Rube Goldberg contraption, employing an anvil. The coyote tiptoes away, carrying the anvil between his knees.
WHOOSH!
A pair of white orbs blinks in the darkness at the bottom of an uncovered latrine hole.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
From the bottom of the hole came a growling voice: "Coriander, hmph! I'll teach them! It's CILANTRO! The leaves of the plant are CILANTRO!"
Out of the darkness rose... (duh, Duh, DUH!)
LA CHUPACABRA!
Posted by Chupacabras (Member # 6840) on :
How is it that I am always being dragged into these impossible situations? It reminds me of the time that my good friend Pancho Villa sent me to kidnap the Sevilla family...he said I should go around to the back door...
*smells sheeps*
Mmmmm...the sheep, it will go nicely with a bit of cilantro.
Posted by Joldo (Member # 6991) on :
Yet unbeknownst to Granny, this was no ordinary cilantro. No, this cilantro was deeply evil. It had been created by the same dark forces behind artificial sweeteners. This was the herb that bites back.
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
Unbeknownst to the herb, this was no ordinary granny.
The old Rastafarian puts on a Bob Marley record, and the house is soon filled with the pungent odor of kali weed.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
La Chupacabra found a spoon, and took a taste of the Rogan Josh stew. He spit it out on the floor, and muttered, "Damn these humans. They never put enough salt in." He rummaged through the cupboards, found the salt bin, and added a cup of salt to the stew. He stirred it around, took another taste, and nodded. "Much better." Then he heard a creak of the floorboards behind him, was hit on the head, and collapsed to the floor in unconsciousness.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
"I don't know what this is, but it smells worse than a goat," said the old man. "I think I'll put it in the compost heap."
He dragged the goat-sucker over to the heap, and shoveled some compost on top.
Just then, a man in a white cowboy hat rode in on a horse.
Posted by Chupacabras (Member # 6840) on :
*is roused by the heady smell of the compost heap*
Pancho, is that you?
Or was that me?
Posted by alluvion (Member # 7462) on :
I'm pretty sure it was me, but...
Did anyone remember to leave a tip?
*pulls a wee spiderling out of his wallet, drops it on the table **ker-plunk** and coaxes it to run out of sight*
Posted by Chupacabras (Member # 6840) on :
Here is a very good tip for you my friend:
Always shake out those boots before putting them on.
Too late?
That is too bad, but I know where you can find many of those baby spiders.
Posted by alluvion (Member # 7462) on :
*looses*
"I cudda been a cudtender!"
*aw shucks, maybe I'll just go eat worms."
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
A voice is heard singing in the darkness:
"Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I guess I'll go eat worms. First one was slimy, Second one was grimy, Third and fourth RETURNED!"
The sound of fake retching fades off into the night.
Cristopher Judge wanders over to Amanda Tapping and Michael Shanks and asks, "Hey! How come no one invited me? And where's Rick? Too big-time to hang out?"
Amanda Tapping says, "He was here! He just didn't have time to hang around waiting for you. We left a voicemail! Don't you ever check that thing?"
Christopher Judge looks vague. "Where is my cell phone, anyway?"
Posted by Chupacabras (Member # 6840) on :
*eats those stinking SG-1 characters*
*makes sound of true and un-fading retching*
Posted by Steev (Member # 6805) on :
Upon conclusion of the retching scene Granny, got on the Interweb and bought a one-way plane ticket to Miami. "I'm getting out of this dump once and for all," she said, "I'm not taking any more of this wacky magic."
Posted by alluvion (Member # 7462) on :
Meanwhile, a dilapidated bus lurches through the night, rip-roaring across the pre-dawn desert scenery...
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
It's the Partridge Family reunion tour!
Posted by alluvion (Member # 7462) on :
and so it was...
that, [paste yer own]
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Christopher Judge, covered in vomitus, heard the Partridge Family begin to sing, and got that stoic look on his face.
He turned to his companions grimly. "This is WORSE than a Goa'ould. We must save Earth. Let's go."
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
"What, again?" asked Michael Shanks. "Is this the season ender already? We're always saving the world in some big, I don't know, over the top episode at the end of the season."
Amanda Tapping interrupted. "You're right. The first year, there was your alternate universe thing where the Goa'ould ships were on their way."
"Yeah. And there were the replicators, uh, how many times?"
"Replicators. Yup. And there were, oh, who cares! Let's kill those suckers!"
Amanda Tapping grabbed a zat and started shooting at everyone - characters, boom guys, cameramen. She made no distinction but shot them all.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
All the fanboys smiled as they fell, happy to be shot by Amanda Tapping.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Michael Shanks looked on in disgust at the smiling fanboys.
Until one of them approached him, making goo-goo eyes.
Michael Shanks ran.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
And fast.
Straight into the arms of an actual Goa'ould. You know the kind - the ones with the glowing white eyes. Fortunately, Michael had a zat in his hands, and he shot the Goa'ould with it. Unfortunately, the Goa'ould had his hand on Michael Shanks.
Which meant that Michael Shanks was struck down by his own zat.
Posted by skillery (Member # 6209) on :
Granny finally arrives in Miami after being re-routed through LaGuardia.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Unfortunately for her, there's a hurricane headed her way.
She decides to go to the store and pick up some supplies. Unfortunately, all they have left is pork rinds, beef broth, guava juice, and margarine.
"Hmmm," she thinks, "I wonder if pork rinds taste good with guava juice?"
Posted by Chupacabras (Member # 6840) on :
*Stirs at the bottom of the stinking but very warm compost heap*
*Eats a fat worm*
Needs cilantro
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
The thread moved slowly down the page.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
The hurricaine over, Granny emerged from the guava-smelling hut where she had sheltered and returned home.
Unfortunately for her, the SG-1 fans had taken over, and decided to have a convention and serve Rogan Josh for refreshements.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Rogan Josh was not impressed.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
Neither was Granny. She pulled out her shotgun and decided to kick some heinie. She turned to the rather scared looking SG-1 stars and Rogan Josh. "Wanna help?"
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
SG-1 and Rogan Josh quickly agreed when they saw the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Power Rangers show up on the set.
Energy pulses and bullets cut down the fiendishly evil characters until they were all razed to the ground. Red and green blood pooled and mixed among them.
"That wasn't bad."
"And way more fun than killing Goa'ould, wouldn't you say?" added Michael as he wiped his brow.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
A fly buzzed over and saw the carnage.
He left and returned with his friends, eager to spawn in all the delicious dead turtle bodies.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
An ant, who just happened to be in the area, said much the same thing to his ant buddies back at the nest, and returned in full force.
Pretty soon, a dark layer of writhing squirming insects covered the cadavers.
Michael, always the wussy boy, vomited behind a bush.
Posted by Anna (Member # 2582) on :
Which of course attracted more insects.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
One of the ants had a bottle of ketchup out now.
Posted by Chupacabras (Member # 6840) on :
*slurps eagerly as the green liquid seeps into the compost heap*
The tortuga is not so bad, but what is this red liquid?
*extends tongue cautiously for a taste*
*feels his stomach stirring*
Posted by Hamson (Member # 7808) on :
Suddenly, his stomach explodes in a stringy mass of soft insides. The ants are now ravenous with so many growing food sources.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Because of the nearby uranium source, a monstrous new life form emerged from the protein-rich soupy mass. It writhed, it shook, it assembled itself into one piece. It stood.
It looked around. And said, "I want my mommy."
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
The bottle of ketchup made its escape.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
From the depths of the bowels of the leftover mass the ketchup bottle left behind, another life form emerged, this one, stronger, bigger, and much, much uglier.
Posted by Rani Sambol Oelik (Member # 8020) on :
It was a giant sized bottle of Sambal Oelik. Bigger. Meaner. Tougher. And with arms, legs, and a head.
It looked around, familiarizing itself with life. It decided it was male.
Posted by Tante Shvester (Member # 8202) on :
But it never posed a threat to civilization as we know it, since, being male, it refused to stop and ask directions to civilization as we know it.
Posted by Rani Sambol Oelik (Member # 8020) on :
But he, unlike most other males, could read a map.
Unfortunately, he didn't have one.
Once again, world disaster avoided by simple means.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
Rani Sambal Oelik stumbled around, then fell over, shattering his fragile glass jar. Dead in an instant.
As was nearly everyone else in the story. Except for the boy and his cow. Sheep. Goat. Whatever.
Posted by ketchupqueen (Member # 6877) on :
And, of course, Michael Shanks. Because Daniel Jackson never really dies. Or if he does, he comes back.
Posted by quidscribis (Member # 5124) on :
And Amanda Tapping, cuz she never dies - only her boyfriends do.
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