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To: Rambi who wrote (12138)	8/25/1998 7:47:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 71178

I am really impressed. Your net-search skills are formidable. I remember the "methylene blue" trick from college days (anecdotally). It's nontoxic and colorless in its "leuco" form and can be surreptitiously fed to the intended victim. Usually good for a scream or two of mortal terror the next morning. Pseudomonas, hmmmm? Gaugs, where has Little Gaugie been...?!

To: Rambi who wrote (12138)	8/25/1998 8:00:00 PM
From: Ish	Respond to of 71178

I know from the first few words I don't wanna read this post.

To: Rambi who wrote (12138)	8/25/1998 9:07:00 PM
From: Dayuhan	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Where can I get a urine dipstick? Clearly something every household needs. Steve

To: Rambi who wrote (12138)	8/28/1998 1:31:00 AM
From: jpmac	Respond to of 71178

With the quarter moon over her left shoulder, JP knelt before the crude altar, making incomprehensible signs with her hands and babbling. She heard a rustling in the brush behind her, then the loud explosion and woosh of bullets as they went past her. She remained still until the infernal noise ceased, then rose and turned. There stood the infamous, thong-clad, uzi-wielding Rambi. "So we meet at last, though not in the manner I would have preferred. And speaking of preferences, I'm partial to quiet when I'm working." Rambi took a menacing step towards her, swinging her uzi carelessly. "You called me stupid and immoral, you think I care?" "Semantics, Rambi. I said you had not displayed moral and intellectual characteristics. I did not say that you lack them. The intent of my words was that you have an innate sense of right rather than sitting and thinking about what you think. You simply know." Rambi shot a few more rounds and scowled. JP walked to where her big ol' boots rested and sat down. She pulled them onto her besocked feet and began to lace them with ritual care as Rambi adjusted and trained the uzi on her. JP looked up at her and said, "For the moment I shall overlook the fact that you've blown a bunch of holes in my altar, but I do have a thing or two to say. Here you are all in a huff over cute, spunky, and this moral thing. Analyzing words is more the province of The One Who Talks A Lot, I would think, rather than yours. And all this moaning and groaning over The One Who Needs A Bath is really wearing thin. I've about got to the point that if I hear his name again I'll scream and get an uzi myself. Rambi snarled and sprayed the ground around JP with bullets. "See there ya go. Come on, woman, there's work to be done. Hong Kong, Japan, Russia, on and on. And those currency raiders or whatever the heck they are. They could use a good whooping." Rambi pointed her uzi to the ground and looked thoughtful. JP stood, then bent to get her jeans pulled over her big ol' boots just right and turned the cuffs up double for the occasion. "I don't know about you, but I'm off to bust some heads. I'm assuming you are off to do the same, Rambi Of The Great Quest. If ya need me, call, and not by phone. Ask William if you're not sure how to do it. Oh yeah, and save me a dance at the victory party." With that, JP grinned and vanished, leaving Rambi to stare at the vacant spot wondering just who that crazy, scrawny, dark-haired JP woman was.