The Rukus Beach Party by thatweirdgirl

Hmm. It seems by ensuring our teams victory I have broken the space-time continuum.

Ah well, victory is never cheap.

What, put it back? Awl, I wanted to sell them all off to the circus. All right then, give me a moment.

*disappears back into the blue box*

VWORP! VWORP!

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Thursday, March 24, 2005 3:47 AM

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Originally posted by SimonWho:
*blocks*

**dives for the return shot and is, at the last moment, distracted by all of the oddness that has resulted from folks mucking about with space-time. He is so distracted, in fact, that he completely fails to hit the ground, and hovers just off the ground. He rights himself, letting his feet touch the ground once more and stands there, hands on his hips whilst all of the oddness slowly works itself out.**

Now then...

Are we all done being silly with time, or shall we stand here and NOT play volleyball whilst folks try to cheat by changing the future?

*taps his foot impatiently*

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Thursday, March 24, 2005 7:50 AM

JAKE7

*jake7, shoos BJS off her shoulder, scowling after noticing the "present" left there, and holds her head -- finding several more ears than was intially thought*

AUGH! It's all so LOUD! Someone PLEASE fix this!

Either that, or whisper!

*she suddenly remembers that there was an odd prize she won earlier. She runs to her room and digs through the mound of stuff she won and holds up a silver remote type thing*

Aha! Now to see if this little baby will help!

*she runs back to the beach and presses the big green button. A strange mist flows up from the ground, engulfing everyone. Slowly, all extra parts begin to disappear. After about 10 minutes everyone is back to normal.*

Oh! That's SO much better!!

Ok, are we back to the game again?

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Thursday, March 24, 2005 9:23 AM

Come on team, the ball's coming back...

*leaps into the air*

*SMASH*

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Thursday, March 24, 2005 10:05 AM

MONTANAGIRL

*montanagirl comes running up dressed in a bikini top and shorts.*

I'm back! Is it too late to get in on the game? Can I be on Simon's team? I have to warn you that I am incredibly bad at volleyball, but that seems to be the norm around these parts.

Oh look, you guys found PsychicRiver! I've heard much about you. It's good to finally make your acquaintance. Those butterfly thrusters are pretty nifty.

Quote:
Static wrote:
He is so distracted, in fact, that he completely fails to hit the ground, and hovers just off the ground.

I know the moment has passed, but I have to add, "Static, you're turning into a penguin. Stop it." (Those are two of the many great lines that I try to use on people, who then proceed to give me funny looks and sidle rapidly away.)

Anyway, it's great to be back among my kindred spirits.

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Thursday, March 24, 2005 11:48 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
Come on team, the ball's coming back...

*leaps into the air*

*SMASH*

*THWOMP!*

*BJS, who by default is playing for both sides, is clobbered by the volleyball. The parrot insensibly avails itself of the only sensible option, vis, torpedoing unconscious into the sand. Only a red tail feather marks the spot.*

*The ball lofts lazily back over the net to....*

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Parrots ain't especially fond of rukusworms.

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Thursday, March 24, 2005 11:58 AM

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Originally posted by montanagirl:
*montanagirl comes running up dressed in a bikini top and shorts.*

I'm back!

Sigh! And here's me, a buried comatose parrot without abduction gear.

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"... dream a little dream of me"

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Thursday, March 24, 2005 5:34 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
Quote:
Originally posted by SimonWho:
Come on team, the ball's coming back...

*leaps into the air*

*SMASH*

*THWOMP!*

*BJS, who by default is playing for both sides, is clobbered by the volleyball. The parrot insensibly avails itself of the only sensible option, vis, torpedoing unconscious into the sand. Only a red tail feather marks the spot.*

*The ball lofts lazily back over the net to....*

***
Parrots ain't especially fond of rukusworms.

**Static watches the ball sail back over to SW's side and gets ready to catch the volley back**

**oh yeah, and bumps the thread at the same time**

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Thursday, March 24, 2005 6:10 PM

THEGREYJEDI

*watches the game from orbit from multiple cameras, though mostly aimed at the female heavy Team Static. Because chicks in bikinis playing volleyball is about the hottest thing ever.*

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Thursday, March 24, 2005 8:26 PM

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*Mai is wearing 64 bikinis atop her sportin' gear, but seems alone in having the right number of body parts.*

You'll all have to excuse me from the game for a minute. I seem to be getting a bit over heated. What is the temp. out here today? These clothes feel awfully uncomfortable...

*Begins madly flinging off layers of bikini's* Red, Orange, Purple, Blue, Green, itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka-a-dot bikini...

Whew. Much better.

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Friday, March 25, 2005 2:11 AM

Er, mai, you're supposed to remove all your bikinis bar one.

*shields his eyes but still manages to hit the ball back over*

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Friday, March 25, 2005 2:22 AM

It's ok, You can look. I still have my shorts and one (securely tied) bikini top on. Since your Simone now, your're welcome to borrow one of the 63 other suits, if you'd like.

*Smacks the ball back over with a little too much force*

Ouch! *Hand begins throbbing with pain*

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Friday, March 25, 2005 4:10 AM

Right, time to settle this Simone thing once and for all.

*looks into shorts*

Phew. Simon it is then.

*gets hit on head by ball smacked with a little too much force*

*crumples*

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Friday, March 25, 2005 4:21 AM

PSYCHICRIVER

Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
*Smacks the ball back over with a little too much force*

Ouch! *Hand begins throbbing with pain*

*Feeling lazy...PR focuses on the ball as it bounces off of Simon's head...and it stops midair before it hits the floor...after a second it rises up again, then flies over the net and takes a nose dive (Okay, so it doesn't have a nose, or corners, or even any sides...but what the heck) Towards the sand of the "girls" team...*

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."

"We can take care of each other. I'll knit!"

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Friday, March 25, 2005 6:04 AM

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Originally posted by PsychicRiver:
...after a second it rises up again, then flies over the net and takes a nose dive (Okay, so it doesn't have a nose, or corners, or even any sides...but what the heck) Towards the sand of the "girls" team...*

**dives for the ball once more but just barely misses and sprawls in the sand, looking frustratedly at the volleyball which now sits before him quite smugly in the sand**

Gorramit.

Your serve.

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Friday, March 25, 2005 7:03 AM

Oops. Uh, Sorry about that Simon. I wasn't trying to take out members of the opposing team on purpose. Although if it means winning...

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Friday, March 25, 2005 7:40 AM

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Originally posted by cozen:
Sigh! And here's me, a buried comatose parrot...
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"... dream a little dream of me"

*twg kneels in the sand, hovering over a little red tail feather*

BJS, can you hear me? BJS? Hey little fella, lets get you out of this sand…

*twg begins to sift sand away from the trapped birdie, completely ignoring the ball flying back and forth…*

Quote:
Originally posted by Static:
**dives for the ball once more but just barely misses and sprawls in the sand, looking frustratedly at the volleyball which now sits before him quite smugly in the sand**

Honey, you okay?

*twg crawls over to her beloved sprawled in the sand, kisses him on the head, and dusts the sand off him*

good dive! Too bad about the telekinesis though.

*twg stands up, BJS on her shoulder, a determined look in her eyes*

Nobody dusts two of my friends and gets away with it.

*the other team should note that while twg is not great at volleyball, she is an athlete and when properly motivated, such as now, she can kick ass*

*she stands as Coach Joe always taught her, on the balls of her toes, feet shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent...boxer stance is a go…little do they know just how much Old Coach Joe taught her.*

Bring it!

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Friday, March 25, 2005 2:08 PM

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Originally posted by mai:
Oops. Uh, Sorry about that Simon. I wasn't trying to take out members of the opposing team on purpose. Although if it means winning...

Thad's okay, aldough you did break my node.

*snaps it back into place*

Ow! Ah, that's better. One point to us. Oh, twg, all Coach Joe needed to have taught you was how to be a good loser. Right, time for my famous killer serve.

*whack*

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Friday, March 25, 2005 2:10 PM

*BJS plants an exceptionally gratified

upon That Wierd Girl's exceptionaly nibble-able left earlobe*

Well, it's more of a beaky chomp, but the intent is pure, in a platonic, wholly respectful, non-bestial manner.

*The volleyball arcs over to Team Static's side. TWG leaps. BJS grabs a firm hold of left bikini strap and flaps mightily, adding significant vectors to TWG's leapage. TWG ever so gracefully powerslams the ball, sending it in a tight arc exactly 0.5 millimetres above the net at a curving velocity that only just manages to trump PshchicRiver's telekinetic defences and the outstretched arms of the defending side. The ball craters into the beach inbound on Team SimonWho's side, raising sandclouds that temporarily obscure Grey Jedi's monitors.*

New ball. Your serve.

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Thanx for the lift!

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Friday, March 25, 2005 2:25 PM

*twg smiles deviously at Simon*

Coach Joe never had to teach me to lose...Thanks BJS.

*twg affectionately pats BJS on the head and kisses his beak*

*she steps back towards the line, ball in hand...she pauses, nods to her teammates, and prepares her serve...twg's fist meets the ball, sending it soaring over the net…*

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Friday, March 25, 2005 3:38 PM

PSYCHICRIVER

Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
*TWG ever so gracefully powerslams the ball, sending it in a tight arc exactly 0.5 millimetres above the net at a curving velocity that only just manages to trump PshchicRiver's telekinetic defences and the outstretched arms of the defending side.*

Darn.

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
...little do they know just how much Old Coach Joe taught her.*

*PRette completely missed the ball because he stood and up straight and said...* Ooh, did she/he teach you how to make trifle...cos I LOVE trifle...its just- *Sees the ball hit the ground. There is a short pause. He turns to twg and narrows his eyes* I hate you.

Play on.

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."

"We can take care of each other. I'll knit!"

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Friday, March 25, 2005 4:06 PM

Blast. Fine, 2-1 to you, but no sneaky scoring while our backs are turned.

*passes the ball back*

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Friday, March 25, 2005 7:25 PM

* Another serve. *

* With a confident, practiced eye, The Real Me tracks the path of the volleyball as it arcs over the net and approaches him. He takes one step to his left. *

Oooops!

* Startled, The Real Me realizes that his depth perception isn’t what it used to be, and that he’s now significantly out of position! *

* The Real Me quickly creates a dimensional portal under the ball’s path which exits through another portal over his head. The ball falls through the one portal and drops out above The Real Me, who swats it back over the net. *

Whew!

Hey, PsychicRiver, how do people without super-powers even play this game?

* After witnessing ThatWeirdGirl’s volleyball-ific feats of renown, The Real Me thinks that perhaps his team could benefit from a few pointers by Coach Joe. *

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Friday, March 25, 2005 8:58 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:

. . .Hey, PsychicRiver, how do people without super-powers even play this game?

*thinks to himself "Like this. . .athletic ability and skill"

Static sidesteps left quickly, placing himself in the path of the incoming ball and 'gets beneath it', bouncing it straight up, setting up a shot for his teammates.*

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Friday, March 25, 2005 9:08 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by Static:
Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:

. . .Hey, PsychicRiver, how do people without super-powers even play this game?

*thinks to himself "Like this. . .athletic ability and skill"

Static sidesteps left quickly, placing himself in the path of the incoming ball and 'gets beneath it', bouncing it straight up, setting up a shot for his teammates.*

Huh! And you think that's not a super-power?

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Friday, March 25, 2005 9:20 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
*thinks to himself "Like this. . .athletic ability and skill"

Quote:
Huh! And you think that's not a super-power?

Very good point. . .after all. . .that's all Batman has going for him. . .athletic ability, skill and one of the finely honed analytical minds in the world.

And neat toys.

I guess that means I'm a superhero.

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Friday, March 25, 2005 9:24 PM

* The Real Me waits patiently, and checks his watch while he taps his foot. He glances left, then right.*

Huh! It seems that ThatWeirdGirl missed her cue!

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Friday, March 25, 2005 9:27 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me waits patiently, and checks his watch while he taps his foot. He glances left, then right.*

Huh! It seems that ThatWeirdGirl missed her cue!

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My beloved has called it a night, I'm afraid. (Which makes sense, since calling it 'a day' would be silly)

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Saturday, March 26, 2005 12:09 AM

PSYCHICRIVER

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Hey, PsychicRiver, how do people without super-powers even play this game?

Pfft! I have no idea, but they're living in the dark ages!!

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."

"We can take care of each other. I'll knit!"

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Saturday, March 26, 2005 7:36 AM

*twg jumps and hits the patiently waiting ball over the net...TRM, busy tapping his foot and humming to himself, completely misses twg's shot. The ball lands in the sand at his feet…he looks up to see twg awake and ready to play…he attempts to open a portal...*

Three second rule!!!!! It was on the ground for more than three seconds, you can't portal it.

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Saturday, March 26, 2005 10:11 AM

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
*twg jumps and hits the patiently waiting ball over the net...TRM, busy tapping his foot and humming to himself, completely misses twg's shot. The ball lands in the sand at his feet…he looks up to see twg awake and ready to play…he attempts to open a portal...*

Three second rule!!!!! It was on the ground for more than three seconds, you can't portal it.

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YEAH!!!! Score!!!

**grabs his beloved, spinning her around and kissing her**

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Saturday, March 26, 2005 10:19 AM

MALICIOUS

Will ONE of these teams win already so I can claim to be on it? Sheesh.

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

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Saturday, March 26, 2005 11:01 AM

Shhhh.. Don't tell anyone, but I know our teams gonna win, Mal.
I don't have super powers, but I've got one hell of a top secret plan that will result in our ultimate victory.
I'm takin' out the other team one at a time with my awesomely bad serves and smashes!

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Saturday, March 26, 2005 12:22 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
Shhhh.. Don't tell anyone, but... I'm takin' out the other team one at a time with my awesomely bad serves and smashes!

Ahh, you with the serving. Me with the watching you serve....

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Wash-out

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Sunday, March 27, 2005 2:59 PM

Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
*twg jumps and hits the patiently waiting ball over the net...TRM, busy tapping his foot and humming to himself, completely misses twg's shot. The ball lands in the sand at his feet…he looks up to see twg awake and ready to play…he attempts to open a portal...*

Three second rule!!!!! It was on the ground for more than three seconds, you can't portal it.

Huh! Very well…

* The players move about again and it is The Real Me’s turn to serve. He lobs the volleyball high over the net. It descends upon ThatWeirdGirl, who is prepared for it. The Real Me takes a deep breath and cups his hands around his mouth. *

Static! Put your pants back on!

* As ThatWeirdGirl’s head twists about in surprise, the ball lands at her feet and bounces a few times. *

Ha! A point for us!

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Sunday, March 27, 2005 3:08 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:

Static! Put your pants back on!

Oooooh that was sooooo low, TRM. So very low.

*twg shakes her head*

Don't tempt me to turn off these black bars...

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Sunday, March 27, 2005 3:21 PM

* The Real Me hangs his head and smiles, feeling a strange simultaneous combination of elation and shame. *

Yes, I've been a baaaaad boy.

Uh, you've threatened to turn OFF the black bars?

* The Real Me considers this. *

Is this a trick question, or something?

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Sunday, March 27, 2005 3:43 PM

* Being no dummy, it takes The Real Me less than an hour to figure out the obvious. *

Oh! By turning off the black bars, I will, in turn, be distracted and not care about the game.

Hmmmm...

I can deal with not caring about the game...

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Sunday, March 27, 2005 4:36 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:

I can deal with not caring about the game...

**walks over to the fire and grabs up two beach chairs and two beers, brings them over to TRM and sits down, offering him a seat and a pint. . .they both stare at TWG**

So. . .

Threatening to turn off the black bars, huh?

I don't think you've got the guts!!!!

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Sunday, March 27, 2005 5:50 PM

* The Real Me downs the pint, but does not sit. *

Thanks, Static!

But, hey, we agreed to keep it to under an "R" rating, remember?

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Sunday, March 27, 2005 7:16 PM

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:

But, hey, we agreed to keep it to under an "R" rating, remember?

This is true. . .

Darn.

Okay! No more cheating!!!!! We play the game straight!

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Sunday, March 27, 2005 8:25 PM

RAT

Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
we agreed to keep it to under an "R" rating, remember?

*Ratboy wakes up and spits out a mouthful of sand.*

Thats my good boy!

Hey, did no one notice when I got knocked unconscious in the first round?!?

-Ratboy

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Monday, March 28, 2005 12:55 AM

Of course we noticed. And then we buried you up to your neck in sand.

Right, come on team, focus! We're level with them and it's our serve. I've got a good feeling about this one.

*smashserve*

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Monday, March 28, 2005 4:26 AM

RAT

I was wondering about that!

-Ratboy

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Monday, March 28, 2005 10:55 AM

*Jumps up and smacks the ball right to SW. It bounces off his head and then off of MG and into the sand*

A good feeling huh? TAKE THAT!

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what competitve streak?

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Monday, March 28, 2005 12:42 PM

Whhhhurr? Wasssappen?

Oh, my head hurts Sarah Jane. Where am I? Who's that laughing maniac over there? Why is she looking so pleased with herself?

I think I need to sit down for...

*crumple*

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Monday, March 28, 2005 3:02 PM

MONTANAGIRL

Quote:
Originally posted by mai:
*Jumps up and smacks the ball right to SW. It bounces off his head and then off of MG and into the sand*

Ow. I tell ya what, ow. At least Simon took the brunt of it. Um, I mean Simon gallantly shielded me from the unaltered velocity of Mai's extremely hard hit shot. Yeah, that sounded better. Although I think I'm still going to have a bruise.

*Goes over and helps SW up, bracing him against herself as he sways. She faces him in the right direction, then places the ball in his hands.*

Ok, hit it that way! *Points towards other team in general, Mai in particular.*

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Monday, March 28, 2005 3:14 PM