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So, you want to be a part of our exclusive, back-water mailing thingy, do ya? Well, I don't know.... We don't allow your kind here. But since you have a nice, uh, nose, I'll let you join for the low, low price of, ah, what was that latest supercash winning, again?

Oh, a wise guy, eh? Why I outta... no, wait, I'm kidding, don't hurt me. I have fragile bones.

Okay, seeing as the boss wants a couple fists around the place, I guess your in. But first you gotta answer me these three questions... WHAT is your name? WHAT is your quest? WHAT is your, ah, damn forgot. Tell you what, scratch the second one and I'll let you in. Oh, no, don't answer now! This page has ears. Just enter your e-mail address in the field below and you'll be directed to a safer, happier place where everybody knows your name.

Oh, you want to know the benefits do you? I'd think just being allowed in was reason enough to drop all inhibitions and go for it. Ah, well, these young'ns, they're a strange bunch. Yah, tell you what, all there is to it is this. My boss here, every time her brain farts you'll get another one of these messages, see. And all the things that have been given to her since the last bout will be in it. And that's all. So if you'll excuse me now, I have better things to do with my life that talk with rascals like you.


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