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2002-03-17

-- Oh my God! Mimes!
-- Where? Where?
-- There, the sign. This is one reason to move.
-- Or not to move here at all.
-- Do you know anyone who like mimes? I don’t.
-- Neither do I. Clowns do, I guess.
-- Clowns?
-- Yeah. Mimes prove that clowns isn’t on the bottom of the food-chain. That there is a group that without any doubt is lowest of the low.
-- Oh. Well, clowns are excused as kids laugh at them.
-- They do?
-- Yes.
-- Must be because they don’t show Manne the crazy clown on telly anymore.
-- Probably. You know, people will shun this place now.
-- Put up signs: “Mimes. Stay away.”
-- “Contaminated area.” The army will protect the border and make sure no one enters or leaves.
-- No, the SWAT team will target the building: “Step out of the invisible box or we will breach it.”