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Wednesday, August 27, 2003
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Atomizers, End-Users and the rest of the story...

Atomizers, end-Users and the rest of the story...
Malla-Tar couldn't believe it, not a call all day, and as he sits down to eat his calamari, the stupid intercom buzzes.

"Atmomizing ray-spear help desk, this is Malla-tar, can i help you?" quips Malla-tar. "Before we start i will need your name and last sound that said atomizer made."

"This is Prince Jo of the walla-walla-falla-quars and the last sound it made was a little 'go boshey' and maybe a hint of a 'gah dobey', but it all started with a clankity clank."

"Hmm... Yes sir, this is most likely something to do with darkly liquid. We will have someone there within moments." responds Malla-tar in a very exasperated tone.

"Great... between that nut case King Loo Pa Rak in Swaypoormoogooguypan trying to clone bleat headed pocket gnarfs and Prince Jo of the walla-walla-falla-quars trying to achieve universal domination, I will never get to eat my calamari and convoginate." Malla-tar queitly snarls to himself.

Malla-tar grabs his atomizer parts bag, speak-and-spell, 14cm hex wrench and his worn copy of "How to Fix an Atomizing Ray-Spear in Under 20 Minutes" and darts to the his waiting company space llama.

"Ahhh... I wish for the good 'ol days of Illudium PU-36 Explosive Space Modulators those were so easy to fix..." Malla-tar shouts as he mounts the space llama for a sub-nuclear, proton initiated, dillithium crystal jump across the street.

Malla-Tar ponders " I wonder how old Marvin is doing?"


 
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