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Oct 2013
I show up and plug my music in to the ***** stereo on the rack by the dishwashing station, and the first song that comes on is Misanthrope by the band Death. Just then, the head chef comes back to greet me for the night's work:

"How are you tonight?"
"Death Metal, Sir. How are you?"
"I'm pretty Rock and Roll myself, thank you."

And we both went about our respective business via our respective genres.
It's incredibly nice to be able to see eye to eye, even through airs of facetiousness.
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
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