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Jon Lovitz, t-shirt-clad, behind the counter, regards you with suspicion.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"khmer"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@khmer"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> randall: You glare at him. \"It's legal tender, you know.\"\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"khmer"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@khmer"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> randall: He responds: \"That's not change we can believe in!\"\n<&randall> khmer: a newspaper with a giant headline spins rapidly toward the screen. before we can read it, it crashes into the camera and drops to the ground. behind me, every iPhone switches to that shot of the kitten caught on the ceiling fan.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"khmer"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@khmer"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> randall: Smash cut to me on my deathbed, attended to by a hushed team of doctors and orderlies. I gaze wistfully at a snowglobe in my hand and, near-inaudibly, whisper a single word before a tremendous spasm steals my last breath and the snowglobe breaks on the floor.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"khmer"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@khmer"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> The word: \"Blogspot.\"\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"khmer"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@khmer"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> randall: Zoom in on the contents of the shattered globe. It contains only a single, glimmering quarter, with the face of Jon Lovitz in profile.\n<&randall> We fade in, quiet and pastoral orchestral music playing, to me riding my horse across a prairie. The horse is obviously two men in a costume walking backward. I spur the horse forward, but the two men have clearly become engaged by a rousing in-horse backgammon match. There is an awkward pause.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"khmer"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@khmer"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> randall: As the bucking horse sends you flying into a nearby poplar tree, the tree suddenly resolves itself into the collapsing hulk of World Trade Center 7.\n<&randall> Ron Paul sits bolt upright in bed and shakes his wife, announcing \"I've *got* it!\"\n<&randall> His wife is a RealDoll.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"khmer"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@khmer"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> randall: The demolition team pulls a pile of rubble away from the remains, to reveal you, dressed in a French Field Marshal jacket and Spongebob boxers, curled up in the fetal position and clutching a pink stuffed rabbit with an LED countdown display for a face.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"khmer"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@khmer"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> randall: Aided by CGI, the camera plunges into the lifeless eye of the RealDoll. There is a tiny control room inside its head, full of monitoring stations and a forest of levers and wheels. Jon Lovitz is at the helm.\n<&randall> He leans forward toward a microphone on the control console, presses the red button, and pauses dramatically.\n<&randall> You see a fire flicker in his eyes.\n<&randall> khmer: Around the hospital bed, all the monitoring machines jump to life.\n<&randall> You sit bolt upright, reach into your dressing gown, and remove a Pok-e-Ball.\n<&randall> Offscreen, you hear Jon Lovitz whisper, \"Go.\"\n"}],"position":{"start":{"line":50,"column":1,"offset":10180},"end":{"line":103,"column":7,"offset":18629}}},{"type":"text","value":"\n"},{"type":"element","tagName":"pre","properties":{"style":"white-space: pre-wrap;"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: imagine summer glench!\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: imagine me poking my head out from a long line of statues, trying desperately not to be noticed in the wax figurine museum\n<&Randall> Glench: I'm imagining you perfectly still, dressed as Queen Elizabeth the First\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: imagine me sighting a crossbow at the famed professor of psychology marshall weathers, only to feel a hint of remorse before I pull the trigger. I hesitate, not ready to shoot, yet a gust knocks a stray emad into my hand and the bolt leaps from the end of the gun\n<&Randall> Glench: imagine me holding a scimitar made from modeling clay, standing over you, furiously blowing on a dog whistle. I am wearing a coonskin cap made from a live raccoon.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: imagine me with your previous 3 boyfriends, the latest indie pop song blaring in the foreground, a separate version of me glaring in the background, and a trashbag's worth of handmade blown glass spiders strewn throughout the midground\n<&Randall> Glench: Imagine there's no heaven. It isn't hard to do. Imagine me in the wax museum, but for some reason I'm wearing an evening gown made of porcelain cats. I am misunderstanding the mafia hit order and trying to have you \"waxed\". You are annoyed, aroused, and a hologram.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: imagine me as yo mama, much easier to do, but harder to do than her, staring whistfully into the mcdonald's play place, a pack of 3rd graders in one hand, a sack of parkinson's disease in the other\n<&Randall> Glench: Imagine me over you as you sleep, dangling from a strand of spiderweb. I carefully draw a police chalk line around your body as you, still fast asleep, stuff sardine after sardine into your packed mouth. Gravity is replaced by electromagnetism and we are the last two people on earth.\n<&Randall> Glench: Imagine me and shoofle, each pulling on one of your arms. You grimace and stretch to many times your normal armspan, a-la Stretch Armstrong, until you finally burst. Obama Inauguration tickets spray everywhere. Ron Paul rides past on a cybernetic horse.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: imagine me quivering, invisible, high above mars' thin atmosphere. The contents of a wallet and several small wolves' stomach are strewn about me as I inhale the fresh vacuum. It is time to pick the cuttlefish, for they are ripe.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"shoofle"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@shoofle"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: Imagine me watching, horrified, as you take a shot, in violation of the ancient and decrepit, now rotting, rules of the '04 presidential debate drinking game.\n<&Randall> Glench: Imagine me reclining on a sofa in the middle of the Arctic Ocean. A column of meltwater lifts me higher and higher as I sing a single pure note. Shoofle furious works the levers on the waterspout machine as Santa watches helplessly, bound and gagged. I give you a hamburger.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> shoofle: imagine me, incarnate this time, jetski past a crowd of delighted walruses, their rockets firing each in turn with wonder, a few sputtering and falling to the ground where several young iberian slaves harvest the newly-gotten physics. Albert Einstein will be pleased with this load.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"shoofle"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@shoofle"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Glench: I'm imagining you inside a dresser, with each shelf in it emptied and with a hole cut in it so that you fit in with no room to move. In order to get you out we have to pull out each shelf an inch at a time, slowly inching you out, before removing you with a crane. The crane is operated by President-Elect Barack Obama.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: imagine me giving you the hamburger you had previously given me. It is a slightly different hamburger, different in some subtle but impenetrable way. You penetrate the hamburger and turn your blog inside out.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"shoofle"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@shoofle"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Glench: Imagine Randall, standing over a blood-drenched ball pit. His hands red already, he dives in and starts digging, searching for the lost body parts. He comes up with a single red ball, cut in half, blood still pouring out of the middle. He turns it, and you see an alien face. It mewls, and your view pans down and out the door, where blood is slowly trickling out and down the stairs.\n<&Randall> Glench: Imagine me peering up at you from inside a breadbox. You, maintaining eye contact, slowly raise the axe. I smile and you become a statue. Suddenly, I am on a shelf in a bakery. Shoofle, dressed as a middle-aged woman, is purchasing me. We are in 9th-century Kiev.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: imagine me situation in hand (also in mouth), several hamburger-hours already wasted, turning to you with a look of constipated batman, and mouthing the words \"information superhighway\"\n<&Randall> Glench: Imagine me, but with all the color knobs twisted at random. I spread my arms wide and the planets spin dizzyingly overhead. You are riding a cat through space. shoofle melts into a pool of toffee, slurps across the ground over to the podium, and begins to engulf Barack Obama's leg.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: imagine me, thighs glistening in the cool light of nuclear holocaust, wearing a poncho, holding an umbrella, eagerly conversing with the onslaught of nuclear fire headed my way. You hear me utter the words \"I didn't like taco bell that much anyway\" before I burst into chocolate-flavored ash. My remains are soon turned into edible panties.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"shoofle"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@shoofle"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Glench: Imagine me, peering down at you from a helicopter. I start climbing down a rope, but it expands before me at a constant rate even as I move along it at a constant rate. Assuming it starts as being three meters long, I start at the one meter point, I move one meter per second, and the rope expands two meters per second. How long does it take me to reach you? Express in kilograms per kilopascal-fortnight.\n<&Randall> Glench: Imagine me as hard as you can. You are wrapped around the blade of a ceiling fan set to 'high', clinging for dear life. Hungry cats circle beneath you, waiting for you to lose your grip. One of the cats looks up. It has Ron Paul's face. Cut to a shot of World Trade Center 7 collapsing.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: imagine me, IT department incarnate. My goatees collapse to a singularity as the world rejoices at its destruction. Spiderman grips your ankles gently and peers up at you from a veil of gummy-bear-wrought fumes.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"shoofle"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@shoofle"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: Imagine me, but I'm the filament in an incandescent bulb. And I'm made of tungsten. I break out of my conductive, glowy prison only to find I am locked in a cloudy gas bulb. I slowly begin to suffocate, before smashing my way out with my heavy, high-melting point fists. I shoot you with a nerf gun.\n<&Randall> Glench: Imagine me, clutched by a giant housefly, soaring above the amber waves of grain. It would be beautiful, but you can't see it. You claw madly at the inside of the dishwasher, praying desperately that the 'rinse' cycle comes soon. Outside, the acorns are piled to halfway up the second-story windows. Obama is sworn in in reverse as Ron Paul hurls a wad of toffee into World Trade Center 7, causing it to collapse.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"shoofle"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@shoofle"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Glench: Imagine me, gently weaving in and out of a massive space battle. I appear to be riding a unicorn. The horn is tipped with a brass eagle; below it flies an american flag. The unicorn's face is Ron Paul's. It darts and weaves, leaving twin trails of red/white/blue and rainbows. Gold pellets are rapidly fired at a TIE fighter, which bursts into an entirely new universe. The universe is populated with Summer Glau clones.\n<&Randall> Glench: Imagine me watching the space battle as you scan the personals ads desperately. The world slowly becomes two-dimensional as the unicorn's horn grows at a constant rate. You slither across the floor, unhinge your jaw, and begin to swallow a gigantic wad of toffee. From within the toffee, we hear Ron Paul's muffled voice frantically defending the gold standard.\n<"},{"type":"element","tagName":"Mention","properties":{"handle":"Glench"},"children":[{"type":"text","value":"@Glench"}]},{"type":"text","value":"> Randall: imagine me, undulating across the multiverse, a pinstripe suit spontaneously generating and criticizing a full concert piano's rendition of the x-files theme song. I sit down at the bench, crack my knuckles, and begin to blog.\n<&Randall> Glench: Imagine me standing over your comically-lopsided corpse, retching. I vomit a huge number of Vicodin tablets over your body as your spirit ascends and becomes tangled in the ceiling fan. The cats on the wallpaper detach and begin to circle. I am gone, and in my place is a 1:15 scale model of the universe. In that universe, Ron Paul becomes president. World Trade Center 7 is rebuilt and your blog is published in hardcover, selling an infinite number of copies. Summer Glau weeps into her coffee, humming through her sobs a single pure note.\n"}],"position":{"start":{"line":105,"column":1,"offset":18631},"end":{"line":136,"column":7,"offset":27329}}}],"data":{"quirksMode":false},"position":{"start":{"line":1,"column":1,"offset":0},"end":{"line":136,"column":7,"offset":27329}}}

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