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C'EST QUOI, CE TRUC LA? C'EST UNE PETITE BOITE, MAIS JE PEUX ECRIRE DEDANS. JE NE COMPRENDS PAS. OU EST LE PAPIER? OU EST LE STYLO? COMMENT JE PEUX ECRIRE SUR CETTE PETITE BOITE?

ALLO? ALLO? QUELQU'UN LIT CA?

Anyone else notice that Stark Tower's completely covered in ice?

I went out and melted a good portion of it away with some heat beams last night, but it's back again.

Don't all volunteer information on this at once, now.

Two vastly different events I attended, I think I enjoyed them both in their own ways. Although I much prefer the second, only because even I find it hard to shake hands and play nice when I know plenty of things about those I am shaking hands with.

It's so hard to not say a subtle comment about a man's mistress to his wife. I delight in the panicked looks in their eyes when they figure out someone else knows.

(backdated to the beginning of the plot)

romeo? whence art thou?

can anyone betoken me. . . what is this place, this strange device? none of this makes any sense.