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In the sociocratic think-tank personalities were nobodies, for a brief minute.  

“Limited company,” said company, limitedly.  

“Limited liability,” said liability, limitedly.  

“Running guns for money?” said a personality about the mercenary.  

{consequentially}  

“That's twenty per cent of our economy,” said Mister William Quincy.  

“You remove one black market and a worse one replaces it,” replièd Burnsie.  

That was Mister Donald Burns to the entire company.  

“So what are we going to do about child porn, socially?” wonderèd Bagsie.  

That was Mister Donald Baggs, and the scandal was appreciating quickly.  

On the television, a broadcast was broadcasting.

IT SAID:

AN EXPERIMENTAL PSYCHOLOGIST HAS ALLOWED A SEX OFFENDER INTO HIS PRACTICE.  CHILDREN PLAY OUTSIDE IN THE CRECHE WHILE THE PSYCHOLOGICAL EXPERIMENT ENSUES.  JUST LOOK AT THE POOR MAN SQUIRM.  HE'S VERY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS HARD-CASE.  JUST LOOK AT HOW HE KEEPS AN EYE ON HIS BRIEFCASE.  

“Can you turn that sqwaking television down please for just one minute, please?” said Robertson.  

Time went crazy for a minute.

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