Cover: Darby the Dragon Dragon wearing 2000 ribbon hands 2001 ribbon to a snake rising from a basket. By Tracy Kazaleh, Darby the Dragon copyright 2000 Broderbund Software Inc.

THE ELECTRONIC INTERCEPTED

December 2000

"The X-Files meet The Marx Brothers!" RAYMOND'S REVIEWS

     When a gruff Chicago PI is forced to join a covert branch of the FBI that uses military firepower, and wizards, to combat supernatural criminals, he discovers that every monster is not evil, but all of the crazy people are Bureau 13 agents.
     Judgement Night, first of a series of novels by Nick Pollotta, based on the TriTac game "Bureau 13" appears this month in trade paperback from Wildside Press (www.wildsidepress.com). More will follow...

Thus far we've got Colonel Mustard and Inspector Gray for Clue. Who else wants to play?

O. J. CLUELESS: Before you fade completely, want to go play "Clue"? - Lieutenant Bear

ATARU: No, darling, I'm having too much fun here with you! Let someone else play Miss Peacock this time... Lum

     "Deli, deli!"
     A peculiar-looking bird (it resembles a bright red penguin with a snowy white beard and matching bushy eyebrows) flies in through a window at the Millenium Party. It's carrying a huge sack.

This time, Darby does notice Ricki's glare. He can only make a guess at the reason: "Don't worry -- I promise I won't take up too much of your time. I don't want to spoil this party for anyone. Just please, tell me if you know where I can find..." He paused to remove a piece of parchment that was tucked between his belly plates. "...um, a polka-dotted fruit, some magic water, and, uh ... a swamp oyster."

FICTATOR: Oh! How's this? And she gives him a little flash. Acia

ACIA: Well - er - to tell the truth, I - er - like it when it matches your color... The Fictator, blushing as he confesses.

THE LR'S WRITER: What - doe?! The Fictator

ACIA: Excuse me a moment, Acia; Fictator business. The Fictator

Yes, of course. Acia

Buzz & Woody = Buzz Lightyear & Sheriff Woody
Buzz & Woody = Buzz Buzzard & Woody Woodpecker
Coincidence?

Slim Jim giant jerk!

THE LR'S WRITER: The doe who cared enough to follow through all those plot holes to try to help him; who apparently isn't good enough for him any more; who - oh, why do I bother to care? The Fictator, who if you look closely, you'll see is crying now...

ACIA: I'm sorry, Acia - it's - one of the occupational hazards of being a Fictator... the Fictator, wiping his eyes.

Picture: Dark mermaid. By Scott Thomas

FICTATOR: It had happened to you, I see? To love and not to be loved back. I know it all too well! Acia

     "Deli-deli!"
     The Santa Claus-ish penguin goes up to the lonely Arctophile and tosses him a gift bag taken from the larger sack. Inside the bag is an adorable Teddiursa doll.

A man and a woman, both dressed as medival-type minstrels, arrive at the party. Smiling and nodding at the partygoers already present, they cross over to an empty stage and begin tuning their musical instruments. The man holds a fiddle and the woman carries a lyre.

     "Deli!"
     Ricki Raccoon suddenly finds herself the recipient of a copy of Rowrbrazzle 63, Part 3. The cover features many animal faces, and Ricki might notice that one face looks like a friend of hers...

A seedy-looking badger is sitting alone at a table, clutching a glass of party eggnog. He is glaring across the room at Darby the Dragon almost as spitefully as Ricki herself. "Draggins," he mutters under his breath, before swilling down the eggnog in a single gulp.

BRANDY LEE: Yephs, vuh voohd iphs (gulp) Good... Ralph.

BRANDY LEE: But you know there's only one person here I really love... Ralph, putting his arm around her and pulling her close again.

      "Deli, delibird!"
     Now it's John's turn; he receives a large envelope that contains an advent calendar with many cute, furry critters hiding behind the numbered doors. Isn't that Ricki's friend again, peeping out from behind door #3?

The Delibird hands (flippers?) a small bag to Darby the Dragon. Inside is a metal bottle with a flame design etched into the side.

"Deli!" The Delibird approaches Ye Ed and offers a small bag. Inside the bag is a Friend Ball, and inside the Friend Ball is...???

"Thank you!" Ye Ed takes the Ball and opens it carefully. Out pops what at first looks like an orange and white guinea pig, save if you look closely you'll find it has 8 legs, a puffy tail, and huge exceedingly cute eyes. In fact the whole thing is so cute you can't help looking at it. It looks up at Ye Ed and says "Queeble." Cutely. Ye Ed grins. "Fuzz! Haven't seen you in awhile." She scritches the critter. "Jeremy give you the slip again? You know you can always stay with me."

INTERCEPTED! WRITERS: Do you have characters that are just sitting around while you try to think up a "Cool Plotline" for them? Is Ye Ed after you to clean up your Alias list? Did you used just put them in the G.I.O. so they could keep busy? (You're new here if you have to ask what G.I.O. stands for.) What about sending them to Camp? Not just any camp mind you, but Cheesecake Squad Makeover camp! (Beafcake Makeover Camp opening only if enough sign up.) Swimming, Water Sking, nude makeover leasons, Volleyball, full contact sandcastle building. All this is waiting for your characters at camp! Think of all they can & will learn! Well? What are you waiting for? Jim Groat to give up guns? Sign up today! - Cheesecake Squad Inc.

Without friends life would be like a garden without flowers.

Picture: Talk Kentucky with Rinderciller. Rincerciller, all wrapped up to the antennae says "I been at th' Goodwill Store buyin' winter stuff. Got me some decent stuff, even a like-new lookin' boggin with antenna warmers in it..." Boggin - knit cap for winter use - Idea by Jane Horton.. sorta.. by Scott Thomas

     The mist fell back. Anne was in a crowd near a palace. She could see horses and carriages waiting in front, but being pulled along by a crowd came a carriage with three men inside. The bells of the city were ringing and the crowd gave shouts of joy. At the palace, the carriage stopped and a man came down the steps to gree them. The men left the carriage and went up the steps to where two women waited at the top. There one of the men, on the step just below, went to one knee and kissed the hand of the more richly dressed woman. She raised him up, put her arm through his, and both faced the crowd. The crowd gave more cheers, eventually taking up the cry "God Save the King!"
     "There's a tale here," Anne said, "Shall we find an inn and hear about it?"

PHIL THE CAT: Garrick Utley is a reporter, currently working for CNN. He's been reporting and gathering awards for same since the early '60s, when he was assigned to the Saigon bureau of NBC. Seth Green is an actor, noted among other things for playing Scott Evil (Dr. Evil's son) in "Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery", and more recently Oz in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Ye Ed's thanks to GuruNet and the Yahoo search engine for details.

"Boo Birds, Boo Birds...Hmmm? Bloodstone?... Who would have thought... Ah, here we are: 'Boo Birds... Annoying Little Tricksters.... Ability to process those who eat a whole bird... Breeding habits.... (See photo on next page of Boo Bird Egg in comparative size to a Boo Bird itself.)'" She flips the Page. "Ouch! I'm getting stretchmarks just thinging about it. Sooo, that's why they are bugging us: It's their Breeding Season. And with a egg like that, no wonder they would try to process a larger body..."

BOO BIRDS: Excuse me, but do you know where the puma who was here recently has gone to? I'm trying to find her. Mary Sue Myerbeer

Crystal somehow holds onto the book as she & Phil go through the Void. She has a vision of the Pirate Captain coming toward her! Her claws dig into the book and she screams! Once she & Phil land on the steps, the puma drops the book & runs over to the cat. Crystal pulls closer to Phil & shakes a little in his arms. "Brrrrr, I don't like being devoured by a Boo Bird." She looks at him & smiles a little. "I like it better when you do it..." Her tail twists & Untwists around his, nervously...

Four sets of eyes watch the two felines from the dark shadows around the hotel. But they do not belong to the Boo Birds! It's a Umbreon, a Murkrow, a Houndour & a Houndoom watching and waiting to learn more about these two strangers...

A voice speaks in Phil the Cat's ear, asking "Are you through?"

Picture: Spotted mermaid. By Scott Thomas

CORRECTION: "The Problem of the Sore Bridge - Among Others" is by Philip Jose Farmer (writing as Harry Manders). Sorry about that. Anne's Writer

As the Jigglypiff sings to the Pink Birdie & the Blastortise, something is drawn to the singing. (What, you say? What else...) The Soloist soon finds itself singing a Duet, then in a Trio & A Quartet and on and on as more Jigglypuffs show up and join in...

     The Jigglypuff which had been deployed by Phil the Cat stopped singing when she realized that her audience had fallen asleep. She looked at them in puzzlement, and then puffed herself up with an angry "hmmff!"
     The pink balloon Pokemon pulled the foam cap from her microphone to reveal a felt-tip marker, which she used to mark up the faces of the Blastoise and the little pink birdie with eyeglasses, mustaches, and other childish scribblings.

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After Crystal feels a little better from being in Phil's embrace, (It takes a few minutes...) she stops holding on to him quite so tightly. She backs up a bit , but still holds onto one of his hands. "Thank-you, My Love." Her smile shines again. "Now then, are we going to stand out here like a couple of scaredy-cats or are we going to check-in to that hotel? I think these might help." She reaches behind Phil's ears and pulls out one of his pencilsa, one of his pens, & the last of those Red Feathers. She walks him over to the book she had been reading, then showed him it had a few blank pages. She kisses him. "Think you can work with that? If so, and you can get a bottle of milk or cream later, let's go face those Birds, then go play 'Here, Kitty-kitty...' in the best room that hotel has... (My navel would make a great saucer, don't you think?...)"

     "Hey, fellahs -- what day is it?"
     "Judging from the soggy feline over there, it must be -- Mournday!"
     "That's right! Mournday in Decemboo-hoo-hoo!" [Laughter]

THE FIRST RULE OF DEMONIZATION: Never dispute what "they" actually said; oppose what you say they meant.

     Startled by Elmer Fudd's outburst, Tana Miller pulled her arm away from his shoulder and returned to her mate. As she approached the Human, she saw the resurrected Blaze.
     "Um..." said the Lapin hesitantly, "I'll see how the others are doing. You keep an eye on the gardener."
     "But Tana..." replied Gary.
     "I think he's had enough of wabbits for one day," she said insistently.
     "Okay," sighed Gary, who walked towards the toon as Tana sought out Higeoyaji to explain why the former Lab Rabbit was now alive.

TANA MILLER: I see... well, it would have been satisfying to nail the real killer, but at least I've got another murder to solve now; I'm joining the Clue game as (putting his old Fedora back on) "Inspector Gray"... Higeoyaji

Back on the raft, Virain has recovered and is attempting to leap into the fray. Fortunately both H'rill and Lisaine are also on the raft, hanging tightly onto his arms (one each).

     From Eevee ... to Lunareon ... to ... Espeon!
     Outwardly, she has changed very little, only grown slightly larger. Inwardly, however, she is nearly overwhelmed by the sudden rush of thoughts and emotions exuding from everyone else present. For the Espeon is the psychic form of Eevee, and it may be awhile before she's able to control her mind-reading abilities; right now she's receiving thoughts whether she wants to or not . . . .

The Ditto witnessed Talantag's reaction just in time to copy it itself, using *Withdraw* and its pincer. Ditto see - Ditto do!

Salt continues to pour down on the hapless Talantag and Ditto.

At least that would happen - except Talantag has learned Whirlwind, and blows the salt away from himself.

Oh yes, the charging Heffalumps would have gone thundering over the Wigglytuff -- IF she had not been warned by the shrill squeaks of the Marill to jump like a balloon-shaped bunny straight up into the air! As the herd of poke-phants(?) stampeded beneath her, she pulled down one eyelid and stuck out her tongue. "Wi-i-i-gly!"

The Heffalumps rear up and dance away from the Marill in firght (trampling any incautious bystanders). The real one tries to grab his trainer and beat the Marril to death with him, but "for some reason" he's so slow that Hamegg has time to order him to "return!"

What's good for the Miltank is good for the Tauros.

     The following is a list of actual streets in Mexico City, courtesy World Features Syndicate:
     Tuna Fish Street
     Corn Street
     Squid Street
     Rice Street
     Bean Street
     Onion Street
     Avocado Street
     Shrimp Street

Slim Jim giant jerk!

Sorry on not writing any ads for the Monster Ranchers. Been doing research. (New episodes have been airing on the Fox Family channel (Sundays) on my cable system. Good Stuff!) Will do some next time. - Their writer.

In the home of a Scott Thomas character, a letter has been delivered.
     "After reviewing your application, (and your 8 x 10 glosses and the 2 volume DVD of your current skills) we are most happy to tell you that you have been ACCEPTED into the proud ranks of the Cheesecake Squad!
     Please report for training at our Island Resort/training center. Your request for specialist training is being researched. A lottery will be held upon your arrival. (There has been a lot of interest from other trainees in being one of your two roomies.)"

At the homes of two other Scott Thomas characters, this letter was sent:
     Thank-you for your interest in joining the Cheese-cake Squad as a "Off-Earth" type. Your credentials are out of this world (No Pun intended). However, it is felt that until you have a trip to a dentist, we cannot accept you at this time.
     We have nothing against pointy teeth; it's just that you need to have them balanced out a bit & have your points sharpened. We hope to hear from you again once you have done this to have a Dangerously Stylin smile. We have a room waiting for you & await your reapplication soon.
     If you wish to speak to our finance department, a loan for this dental work is doable on our part.

"Ok, hit all the Dictionaries! We got to find out what she wants to be a Specialist in....."

"Found it!" One of the squader calls out from the search through the books. "Here's the meaning for that specialist training she wants...." The squad members crowd around. "Umbilicusogoly - study of the....." The Cheesecake squad look at the meaning in silence. "She want to study that?!?!?!? Coool!"

Idonttalktoofastyoujustlistentooslow!

At her check-in to the training center on Cheesecake Island, the Trainee is told to turn in her clothes, and will be issued her uniform. (A few colored strips of thin cloth.) "I know this is a little conservative, but it keeps Ye Ed from using up all those black "Censored" signs too soon..." The training schedule is laid out, keys to rooms issued, and towel supplies as well. (5 "Shower scenes" per training day.) "Welcome to the Cheesecake squad! Go meet your Roomies; you all have your first "Shower scenes" & "Fan service shots" this afternoon. Do try to work up something new. This will be graded. Move out!" BGM "Colonel Bogey march"

If th' muu-muu fits, wear it!!

A man plays a flute, watches an indistinct furry mass pour into the river beneath him, and weeps. Elsewhere, a cameraman sets off a bright flash beside his camera, and crumbles into dust behind it. Two men in a flying brass bathtub crashland in a park and flee up a nearby ladder into the trees. Ye Ed has been reading fantasy again. :)

Redwall.....on....Nickelodeon.......Soon! (Breathe, Fan, Breathe!)

Picture: Chupracabra* - The hideous beast that lives only to terrorize and kill!
     Tinker Belle From Hell in hot pursuit of a terrified lizard being. "C'mon, Chupie-baby! Don't be bashfull... Lemme show ya some hot pixie love!"
     * Chupacabra - spelling a guess. "Mystery Monster" of the new millennium. Heard about it on the Art Bell Show, a small (2 to 4 ft tall) "lizard man" that does unpleasant things. Sounds kinda like the little rubber-chicken dinosaurs on the last "Jurassic Park" movie. By Scott Thomas

Did someone say Redwall on Nickelodeon? Cool!!!!

As Spaz grabbed the last of the ammo orbs in his mad dash across the collapsing ice field, a cloud of smoke burst around the red hare. When the smoke cleared, Spaz Jackrabbit had been turned back into Jazz Jackrabbit.

     "Whew!" gasped the green hare as he took a glance at the remnants of the ice field. "What a rush!"
     Turning back, he soon confronted the new and improved Mock Turtle."
     "Back for more, eh?" called Jazz. "Well, I STILL got your number!" Switching to RF mode, the furry crusader sent a swarm of little green missiles zooming towards the Mock Turtle's masked snout.

Jazz's shots impact harmlessly against the Mock Turtle's mask. Worse, he knocks several of the shots back at Jazz with his stick! Then - not waiting to see the result - he charges Jazz with a roar!

Slim Jim giant jerk!

The mist swirled away; Anne pulled her cloak tight about her, as it was cold. She was standing in the snow, in a mountain forest by a clear trail of sorts. It couldn't be a road because not only was it covered in snow but also waist high mounds were set across it. She could see down slope that the trail met another, which had people on it. Then the sound of motors drew her attention upsloap. Three cars were coming down. There first was a long burgundy vehicle; the two following it were smaller and black. The first two went by the mounds by steering very close to the trees. The third tried to go through the mounds. It passed a couple then ran head on into one, flipped and tumbled down the slope disintegrating into a fiery wreck. "I don't think anyone could survive that" Anne said and headed down following the trail.

"Columbine" :A sad moment. Even sadder once one knows what the word means. As Canine is to dogs & Feline is to cats, Columbine is to.... doves. Doves: A Symbol of peace.

-And to those familiar with the classic Comedia del Arte, a lovely woman the ideal of love, companion to Harlequin. Ye Ed -

You can't touch on line... N.L.

"Oh give me a Domicile, where the Bisontine wander and the Capreoline & the Bubaline recreate. Where infrequently is sonicly perceived a confidence depriving linguistic unit & the upper atmosphere is climaticly free of suspended collections of water vabors most of the record period of existence."

"Well, what do you think?" "Hmmm, the song needs work..."

What, no Smith Hitachi Godzilla Blunderbuss Blaster?

- Sorry, they were out of stock. Ye Ed ps - care to join the game? -

Slim Jim giant jerk!

He was beside himself with Joy, but she said she wasn't into that Kinky stuff...

While Lawyers would work with Legislation, many of them only do verbal Legerdemain.

Oh, the Dictionaries one can find at a "Barnes & Noble"

During at short break on the Singing & Drinking, three handsome males come over to Ellie Font & hand her their Business cards. The 1st one speakes, "As you can see, we have registered with the City Guard as 'Hopeless Oniomaniacs.' We think it best to upfront with this, as we have trouble stopping later on." They smile at her & order a large plate of fresh Ostracine...

"So, Ms. Font, May we start by seeing your Bibelots first? Then your Vellinchs. My friends here are interested in seeing your Aglets & Faience. (With a special interest in some Majolica.)"

"Waiter, A order of Estufat for four! With plenty of Cipollas on the side. Followed by Blanc Mange and Bitochki."

From suds we come and to suds we must return.

After calling 20 parts dealers, (and getting to hear them laugh themselves into a near coma) Old Jim gets lucky on the 21st try. Sort of. They got the parts, but they don't delivery. Someone has to go there & get them. Old Jim hangs up and puts his head in his hands. "Wheres a band of Heroes (who work cheap) That I could send to that Hellhole when you need them...."

Stereotypes aren't what they used to be.

A group of people see Ellie Font & think up a way to collect on the "Reward" on the poster. They will open a combo Kissing/Photo Booth and offer the Job to her for a 20% commission. (They'll go as high as 45% , but they'll start out with a 10%. Business is Business...)

He kissed her in the Vestible and she liked it...

Let all who enjoy good relationships with their fathers pause to reflect on how fortunate they are...

"A Sneeze?!" Celcia thinks as she carried through the forest. "One of my best power blasts & this Forest elf calls it a sneeze. I knew this tribe of Elves was tough, but this..." The High-priestess of the Elves thinks in silence, trying to come up with a new plan...

     A pair of Orges watch Bloodstone run past. (They had been hunting & had hid when they saw it was her.) "Old pus, you see @*%^$!+ Elf with Doggie?"
      "Ya, GreenWart. Think she trade for Bag of Squirrels? It had a real Purdy mouth..."
     "?? You one Sick Orge, Old Pus.."
     "Thak Yee..." The older one drawls. "Lookie, Humans coming."
     "Goodie, me need a laugh.."

To th' small of brain, ambiguity is pain!

Picture: cheerful looking gal with all the options - wings, antennae and a tail. By Scott Thomas

      "Watch how it done youngster." Old Pus jumps out into the path in front of Jenpei, Airi & Ristuko. "HOLD OR DIE!!" He growled & swung a spiked club! Jenpei just keeps coming, punches the orge, sending him with his club flying, & continues running doth the path. After the three humans are out of sight, he falls back to the ground. Greenwart walks over to him, trying to hold in a laugh. "Old Pus, *snicker*."
     "Ooooh, ya?..."
     "You got a real purdy mouth.." Then the tank runs them both over!
     *Meow*
     "Ouch, that one bad day."
     "It going to get worst."
     "How so, Greenwart?"
     "Look in trees." Thousands of pairs of eyes look at the 2 beatup orges.
     "Squirrels... Hackmaster Squirrels...."
     *ARGH!!*

Only a punchline can save us now.

She's always late. Her ancestors arrived on the June Flower.

Power Bull does not lack a sense of humor; but he takes apparent danger to a comrade very seriously. Fortunately, Zone seems to be dealing with Haunter all right on her own. No need to interfere.. for now.

The Haunter lets the others alone for a bit, pulling the icicle arrows out of itself where Lina had hit it. It shaves the ice down, adds a little favoring, and passes out a treat to all present at the dark spot.

Little heart shapes appear in the Haunter eyes after it gets a good wiff of Zone's "Special" attack. (Oh, oh, it's a weirdo....)

Zone recently learned, during her training sessions, that she can sense outside forces impacting on her life support field if she pays attention. She feels the "touch" of something now; not Haunter, he's still over there...

Slim Jim giant jerk!

The mist falls away, Anne is on a headland overlooking a gale-tossed sea. On the sea is a long single masted vessel th at braves ths torm. But as she watches she sees no movement of sailors and then the shihp seems to burst into flames that engulf it.

An unbreakable toy is useful for breaking other toys.

"Insert tab UI99 in Transport slot ZZ(a), twist Gold rod yy(1(we)) over Rubber Chicken Beta until the Rosie sings a 30-second "C" Note...." The Minions work on...

The Bong Attack ship over the Island of the Cheesecake squad opens a panel and a large camera comes out and starts taking Web-cam shots of the squaders! Then the first of the shocktroops start tranporting down to the island: They look like Suits of Armor, waving Rubber chickens.... The Squaders fight back, after they stop laughing.... "Ha, ha, ha..*Wap!* Hey! That hurt!"

At the isle of the Cheesecake Squad, another UFO, that looks like a giant Philips Screw Head, disgorges a troop of helmeted ape-like minions that enter the fray against both sides.

The Renegade Xparxes aren't letting anyone else grab a bunch of babes without a fight...

Before the Mirefa crew can relax "Backstage", Bong beam in and attack them with rubber chicken! "Oh, you ain't getting off that easy... Here, pull my finger..." Those Crew who do not fall to the first attack, will be told the WORLD'S FUNNIEST JOKE .....in Klingonense.....

KEI: Why change a winning way? Let's GO! Yuri

Slim Jim giant jerk!

A lone rider looks over the crossroads ahead of him. "I will find the way to you, Anne. No matter how many worlds and stories you travel to, I will follow." He choices the road to the North & the trail to the lands of Anime & Furry Fans. His horse shakes his head. "Easy, Boy. I know how some of them act, but most are good folk, once you get to know them..."

The mist drained away, Anne was on the edge of a mountain glade. The place seems idyllic luxuriant grass and flowers plentiful, but strewn about like the aftermath of war were bleached bones. Anne could tell there were about half a dozen animal skeletons present. "They must have been trapped by snow,:" she said.

Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun.

Graham is out - not permanently, thanks to his armor and the game rule that no one is dead if any of the team is alive - but out cold. Atropos, seeing that H is forgetting the rules again, sprinkles her with another elixer to bring her back to full strength.

H: I've had enough of getting knocked down! (As her tail pointed and a bolt of white went to Tyranno.) Burn Baby Burn!

Tyrano sizzles, flickers, cracles and vanishes in a spectacular flashing strobe effect that momentarily blinds the team. When their vision clears, they see Azala, crawling toward them with the last of her strength - not to fight; she has to make the traditional bombastic dying speech.

THE FAUNS: Children, if I am to be your mentor, you must listen and allow me to - er - ment. That craft up there must be driven away without harming it; I can't answer for the consequences otherwise... Thianc

THIANC: (with a sigh) I was hoping to forget war? I guess not. As the faun changes, there stands a Phoenix who looks at Thianc, then the UFO, and back to Thianc, says "I will protect" and flies.

Happy Holidays! Sticker Fiend

Picture: Holiday card from Kay, Niall and Vicky Shapero. Three foxes seated for the group picture- Dad looks uncomfortable, Mom looks peaceful, the cub in the middle has just pounced the Christmas tree (lying on its side in the background) and has several ornaments dangling from various places. She is grinning cheerfully. Happy Holidays! By Vicky Shapero

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