I was walking past the desk of a colleague who had gone to the toilet.
He had been making notes while on the net.
Who am I? Where do I come from? Who is doing all the thinking for me? My dress doesn't fit, can I get a refund? Oozed from a gloopy swamp in Kent during the early Triassic, then trapped in a disused tube station for millions of years, I have returned to wreak havoc and mayhem upon the earth. But first I'm going to have a cup of tea and a sit down.
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