"Got Knoppix 5.000a.0a-Doomed/Experimental - on my server!" said Greg, oddministratively.
"What graft & corruption?" asked BeeP, enronically.
"He's out to launch" said the secretary, pyrotechnically.
"You're fired!" he thundered, dismissively.
"Windows.. Hah!" he spat, billiously.
"You can't cut that tree!" he opined, axiomatically.
"What 'Constitution'?" he hedged, inshrubordinately.
"He was flattened by a Semi" she sobbed, compressionately.
"I just don't get it.." he iterated, cluelessly.
"You've all gone soft!" he dropped on the group, flaccidly.
"I Can't Give You Anything But Love, Baby" he quartered, pennilessly.
"I've given you kisses for breakfast, kisses for lunch and.. lately I find you've been eating out. Frankly, I gon't give a damn" he simmered, Rhettorically.
"My pet was seriously injured in the hindquarters" he mentioned, catastrophically.
"I've had a cold.." he injected, expectorantly.
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