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Haunted by the melody below, and stung by a pang of guilt, Yorick knelt beside he crack of doom openly weeping. His rage had passed, and he was now a man again. Logical and self controlled. Except he was being emotional, so he either still possessed some of his artistic passion, or the female blood had further effect on him. Yorick knew not which.
Regardless, remorse filled and regretful, Yorick pulled out his dictaphone.
Tears streamed down his face. Larry! His soundless mouth shaped. "Larry, don't despair. I recorded you!"
Putting the dictaphone into reverse play, the requiem of death became a requiem of non-death. A celebration of life.
Would this be enough? Would the song infuse Larry with enough life force/motivation to prevent his doom? Would Yoricks voice be lost forever? Would Larrys arm re-socket itself? Would the aggregate take one or two hours to reach the molten lava? Would it thus melt?
Stay tuned....
[ 03-01-2002: Message edited by: Yorick ]
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