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The time is 6:05 pm last night. The place: Brassmomkey's shack.
He has an inner monologue after finding out too late in the day about Gene Wilder's passing. "I know there's about 100 Gene Wilder threads already, so I don't need to make another. The ship has sailed and I missed it."
So he gets up from the computer and goes into the kitchen. He's Jonesing so hard he gets the shakes and can't even concentrate on making flapjacks. "Gene Wilder....Gene Wilder....Gene Wilder". That's the only thing bouncing around in his head.
Eventually he can't take it anymore and runs back to the computer to get his fix. He's sweating like a whore in church and needs sweet release. He even skips the step of copying and pasting an article. Thread sent. My work is done.
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