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They sat at the table...
The last tab of acid between them. "You want it?" he said. She looked at him with a mix of horror and disgust and merely shook her head no. Helplessly she watched Homer Simpson dressed in a bearskin take the daisy from the table and place it in his mouth with an eerily toothy grin. Homer said, "Let's go watch television." She took his paw and walked into the stadium-like room where she was met by the loud cacophony of hooting cheers from gun-toting, furniture jumping chimpanzees wearing Richard Nixon masks...
Good times...