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October 19, 2007

Jim: When All Weapons Fail

Deep within his castle - long believed to be impervious - Gonar the Merciless listened while one breathless messenger after another described the single foe’s relentless advance toward the throne room.

Gonar shifted on his throne of skulls and eyed the mystic armaments lining his walls. Should he use the Fire Sword of the Three Wizards? The Arcane Mace of Oblivion? The Halberd of the Ice Lord?

Too many choices, and not nearly enough time!

Massive, blood-encrusted doors slammed wide and, unaccompanied, a little man marched to the throne.

The man peered though thick glasses, smiled, and extended a subpoena.

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