[Moose's staticy disembodied voice] Help! I'm trapped in a nexus of teleporters leading everywhere in the galaxy. (Or maybe its the janitor's closet, I don't really know.) I fell into the recursive image and ended up here! I need someone to construct a makeshift temporal beacon out of "high end" speaker wire, flypaper, a duck, and six cans of Dr. Pepper, and then hit Alt-F4 five times really fast. [/M'ssdv]

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And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling [faces] lyin' to ye' everywhere ye' go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.