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To: Natedog who wrote (9010)	6/14/2000 6:00:00 PM
From: Mr.Manners	Respond to of 12754

hope so I trained her well had her watch DSGumby for weeks

To: Natedog who wrote (9010)	6/14/2000 6:11:00 PM
From: Solon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

What are you two rascals up to?! Are you getting rid of some of your pain?! I didn't realize I had bruised you up so badly...SO LETS GET WELL! Solon wants everyone to be healthy. I'm just sitting here chuckling, and sippin on a tall bottle of JD's...and watching you two rascals scamper around like the Katz 'n Jammer Kids! There is nothing like catharsis, and I am not only going to allow it--but I will encourage it. I think both of you are over your long constipation...and you are cleaning out your systems from head to toe! I don't know that I like the fact that you two girls are so obsessed with my ass, but Hell--I guess your little dreams and fantasies are harmless. I think maybe I'll have a few more sips, then take a bit of a nap. CATHARSIS. GET RID OF YOUR PAIN. If you wish, I will guide you through some of the appropriate steps. Night, Boys.

To: Natedog who wrote (9010)	6/15/2000 4:17:00 PM
From: Solon	Respond to of 12754

Congratulations, Buckmeister! Congratulations, Needles Nathanc! As you recall, I left you with the task of improving your mental health through cathartic venting. I am pleased to see that you have tried very hard. I give both of you a lot of credit. You're a couple of real little fighters, and believe me: GOOD HEALTH IS WORTH FIGHTING FOR! You may go now, Sadler. Now, you're probably wondering why I had you brought here. I assure you it was entirely for your own good, and for the good of the human race. You know ( I think), that catharsis involves the release of poisonous emotions that have become layered in the psyche through such mechanisms as repression, denial, etc. In your respective cases, however, the emotional crap appears to have actually become embedded in your tissues and organs. Your release of this assorted material has caused your entire bodies to become encrusted with congealing sputum, bile, and shat. All of this is smeared everywhere over you, and is causing me concern for your respiratory functioning. So I have had you brought here, so that you may be properly cleaned up and cared for by professional people. I phoned "Proud AND Me" Health Services, and had them send over one of your own kind. Your nurse's name is Gunther, and he will be your primary guide and care provider while you remain here as my guest. There are only two rules while you are here: Firstly, stay out of the library. My books are very expensive, and you wouldn't enjoy the pictures anyway. Michelle is going into town today. She will see that you are supplied with comics, colouring books, etc. Secondly, I am having some house guests here for the weekend--including a young lady named Spring: you are not to speak to any of them, or approach them at any time. Go now with Gunther. He will clean the snot and shat off of you, and then take you through the vichy showers. After that you may go horseback riding. Due to your statures, Gunther will have you ride double on one of my prized Shetland ponies. Immediately after that I will be taking you down to the creek for a baptism. Gunther tells me that your kind are allowed baptism in these enlightened times, and I believe you ought to take advantage of that. I have a couple of bibles here from the Church of Jesus Christ and the Market Risen. You would oblige me by taking them with you at the end of your stay, and by reading them daily. Go Gunther. Get these lads cleaned up. After the little waifs had left the room, Solon gestured in front of the video cameras that monitored every inch of the huge study. His coded gesture caused the communication system to activate. "Michelle. Have the anaesthesiologist begin preparations for the surgery, and please have my equipment sterilized and prepared. How is your day, darling? No, no. Don't you worry about that. The sterilization will prevent their primitive genes from passing on to any unfortunate offspring. Not that such an eventuality was likely, but in their drunken and sodden states...who knows? By the way, Michelle: I've looked at their spirits. Extremely sere and parched. Their spirits are barely surviving; I will likely release both of them today. It won't have any effect on the way they live their live. Quality of life, as applied to these two mutts, is a misnomer. They will go on as before...but at least their resident spirits will be freed to experience a normal environment. Please connect me to Savage Noire. He is down by the pond..." In a brief moment, a dog's voice came into the room: "Bark, bark, bark--bark bark. Bark". "Hi Ranger. Not great. I could be better. I have a dilemma. I have been pondering the advisability of releasing one (perhaps two) spirits into LIGHT. Do you have an incubation area available that isn't being beamed through JDSU or Corning? You do! Great, great, great! Thank you, Old Friend!" Solon made another special gesture and a silky sultry voice purred into the room. "Hi, Master Solon. Excuse me while I finish this banana. Ummm. Jolly good! Okey dokey, I can talk now sweetie pie..." "Michelle, my Queen..."