Here I am, sat at the computer and thinking about plankton. I know what has got me at it. It's the usual bunch of cretins that turn up in the afternoons. This time they are whittering on about spitting, and are making strange whistling noises. I pinch myself once or twice and tell myself that it's just a figment of my imagination. Then I realize that it isn't, so I pinch myself again. This is just sheer crazy. Why are these people let out unsupervised, and left to their own devices?
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