You know how some people have a chime on their computer that lets them know when someone posts something? I just listen, and when Mary stares at her Blackberry, turns red and starts yelling obscenities, I know you've written something, Yoshida.
You just go back to your day job as a clerk for the DMV, or a telemarketer, or foreman at the kitten-strangling factory or whatever the hell it is you do. We'll take it from here.
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