From: Bert Van Vliet <skyknght@sentex.net>

Either way, ye should be wary of rousing sleeping punsters... -_^

(SD form of the Zen Gweep of Lodoss (me) comes out, dressed in a kilt. 
Blushes at a girl's comment of cute legs and prepares to speak)

Cough, cough, hack... ahem...

	Tis a known fact tha' rousin' a sleepin' punster's qui' dif'rnt froom rousin'
a sleepin' hamster.  Tis mer layke rousin' a sleepin' deamon.. er per'aps the
Overfiend hisself...

(Pulls a meter stick out of subspace and brings it down katana-style on a
tentacle trying to creep under the door.  Laughs nervously and tries to hide
said severed tentacle under a throw rug.)

	Ah think Ah'll be goin' now...

Berk' "REM" Watkins...

"When subjected to the distorted surrealism of the 
 upper northwest corner of the 42nd dimension, 
 lemons turn light purple and any political figure can 
 be expressed in abstract terms as an algebraic 
 equation."

                            - The #1 Reason Why Fish
                              Wear Vests.