2001, Page 19

NurseNoir: In the small print: 90% interest, compounded hourly. Late payment will result in sleeping with the fishes and cement footwear. [Hey, Lanz!]	Loodvig: All your bad connections are belong to us!	Indomitus: Nigel Smith-Smyth-Smith, upper-class Twit of the Year Contestant. "What made you enter the contest, Nigel?" "I like pie. Big pie. Big blue pie."

NurseNoir: Our interview with Nigel's neighbor: "I hardly heard the slam: went right back to sleep!" And Nigel places last in the "Waking the Neighbor" portion of our test	Soozcat: June 3: Tired of the shenanigans, every dead person in the world channels John Edward at once, causing his head to explode with a denial of service attack.	Lanzman: Meanwhile, deep inside the machine that goes "Ping!" . . .

E_B_A: Ask your parole officer.	Moatas: For those days that drinking beer alone won't do	Lalladil: "It appears to be a race of some kind" "Don't even THINK of saying what kind of jockeys they are, Dave" "Awww, yer no fun..."

Indomitus: "They're sandpeople alright..." "WRONG MOVIE, HARRISON!!!"	RodRocket: "Yeah, those are fresh bantha tracks...."	Loodvig: *sigh* "Missed out on Gwar tickets again..." (remember the phrase, can't remember where it's from)