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Aug. 22nd, 2011 | 12:34 am

“Was your mother registered?” Dr. Dresden queried, his one good eye fixed on a spot on his desk. Without warning he slammed his hand down on something that he had thought was a bug, but which turned out to be a brown m&m. He inspected it for a moment and then ate it.