THE HOBBIT

Gandalf knocks at Bilbo's door.
"Yes?", said Bilbo. "Greetings, Bilbo Baggins. I am an enchanter.
There are some who call me... Mithrandir?"
"What is it you want?"
"I seek the finest and the bravest burglar to join me in the quest
for the lonely mountain! Bilbo, we must away. Together with Thorin
and his dwarves we must head for the Lonely Mountain to defeat Smaug
the dragon."

And Bilbo replied: "What's the point of going abroad if you're just
another burglar on an impossible quest with greedy grumpy dwarves all
with almost identical names like sneezy and weezy and beezy, and
getting captured and almost eaten by discussing trolls but rescued by
a wizard, roaming around forests and finding vintage swords and
visiting elves who don't have any alcohol and climbing mountains and
getting captured by typically local orks, who don't speak english,
but serve watney's red barrel, and where the food is terrible, and
then you get lost instead of rescued and have to play riddlegames
with a disgusting creature, and when you escape all that you still
have to run away for orks and no places to buy postcards...

Here, Gandalf tried to interrupt him: "BE QUIET!!" But Bilbo
continued:

..And after that you get to a host who can change into a bear and
serves watney's red barrel when you leave it's all woods for miles to
come, very boring, and you can't leave the path and if you do you
there's awful spiders and...

Gandalf slammed his wand on the table and shouts: "SHUT UP!!!"

And then there's this elven king who is not at all as hospitable as
he should be and the only way out is in barrels so everything get's
soaked and all the dwarves start complaining about you and there's no
place to buy any decent food and this dragon still is miles away and
waiting for you and...

Thorin: PLEASE!! SHUT UP!! I can't bear it!!

QUESTIONS IN THE DARK

Gollum said, "The hobbit must have a competition with us, my
precious... if it asks us a riddle, and we don't know the answer, we
show it the way out, won't we, my precious."
Bilbo replied: "OK. But I'll start. What is the capital of Assyria?"
Gollum had not counted on that. "We doesn't know that! We wants three
guessess! Aaaargh"



THE WRITING IS ON THE RING

Gandalf picked up the ring, and gave it back to Frodo.
"Can you see any marks on it now?" he asked. Frodo: "I cannot read
the fiery letters. Gandalf, you're our scholar."
Gandalf: "But I can. The letters are Arameic, and the language is
Arameic as well. I will not utter it here, but in common English it
says:
'One ring to rule them all
One ring to find them
One ring to bring them all
And in the darkness bind them
In the land of Aaaargh...'"
Frodo repeated, increduously, '"Aaargh"?'
"Well that's what is says..."
Sam interrupted: "He must have died while forging it."
Frodo said "Shut up. Where is Aaargh, Gandalf?"



DISCUSSIONS AT ISENGARD

Gandalf arrives at Isengard. He meets up with Saruman outside the
tower of Isengard.

Saruman interrupts Gandalf before he really had a chance to say
something: "Do you want to come upstairs?" Gandalf replied, 'I beg
your pardon?'
"Do you want to come upstairs? Oh or have you come to discuss the
fate of Middle-Earth and the One ring? (sigh)"
'Yes, what is all this about upstairs...?'
"Oh, nothing.I am indeed honoured, Mithrandir, that you have placed
your trust in me. After years of absence for secret research, you are
here to speak with me about your latest discovery about Sauron's evil
works. Well Gandalf, old friend, let's hear it."
'It's...'
"Oh I'm sorry. You don't mind if I call you Gandalf, instead of
Mithrandir?"
'No...'
"It saves a syllable..."
'Alright.'
"But I don't want to be disrespectful..."
'No problem...'
"Thank you. Sorry to have brought it up..."
'Just get on with it, we haven't got all day...'
"Right. Thank you. Sorry for the interruption. So, master
Stormcrow..."
'What? Don't call me Stormcrow!'
"Did I call you master Stormcrow? I don't think I did."
'You did. Now get on with it!'
"Can I call you babydoll?"
'No!'
"Pumpkin?"
'Certainly not!'
"Elven drawers?"
'Right, that's it. I'm off.'
"Master Mithrandir, will you tell me about Sauron's plans?"
'Really? No more of this pumpkinny nonsense?'
"None whatsoever. You have my complete attention."
'Well, I'm afraid Frodo Baggins from the Shire is burdened with the
One Ring.'
"Shut up already."
That's all the information I need."
'Saruman, the one ring has been found.'
"No it isn't."
'Yes it is.'
"No it isn't. 'Look, stop contradicting me!'
"I don't!"
'You did just then!'
"I never!"
'Oh this is futile. I came here for wise council.'
"No you didn't."
'Well council isn't just contradiction.'
"Yes it is."
'No it isn't. Council is using one's wisdom to try and solve problems
in the world surrounding us, it's not just saying 'no it isn't.'
"Yes it is."
'No it isn't.



THE COUNCIL OF ELROND - STORYTIME

In Rivendell, Elrond welcomes everyone to the council, and begins to
narrate the long history of the ring. He has brought a large,
battered old book.
"Hello everyone. Hello. Today I will tell you the history of the
ring. We'll start at the very beginning. Are you ready? Yes? Good,
then we'll begin."
He opens the book. "Luthien was the most beautiful Elvish Maiden..."
He turns the book 90 degrees and is quiet for a few seconds. Then he
turns the book back to the normal position. "Owww... Ehm oh eh yes,
Luthien was dancing in the forest, when Beren came by. Excited by her
slender figure he approached her. Roughly he grabbed her by her
shoulders, and pushed her down onto the grass. Quickly he tore away
her dress and started to..."
Elrond realises this was not the story he was looking for. He looks
at book in terror, and turns some pages, until he finds a better
place to start: He chuckles.
"Celebrimbor was a handy craftsman, who could forge all manner of
things. He specialized in body ornaments. In his little shop he sold
piercings, and custom made d...??!!"
Here he raises his voice increduously, and breaks off the story once
more. He quickly turns to another chapter in his book. He is getting
nervous.
"Heheh. Cirdan was a jolly sort of fellow who loved the life by the
sea. He liked to hang out at the dock where the orcs dressed as
ladies??! ... " as he reads on, he mutters a few words " ...
Corruption? Naked wraiths? ... With a palantir???!!!"


THE COUNCIL OF ELROND

Elrond has but one advice to give to the council: "The ring must be
destroyed!"
But Boromir was not so sure about this: "Why? Why don't we use it
against our enemy? Let us turn his own weapon against him!"
Aragorn stood up, and says: "Tell him, gandalf."
"The ring is very evil. No-one can wield its power."
"Can't we use it just a few times if we are really careful?"
"No we can't.", said Elrond.
"Now look this isn't a council!", objected Boromir.
"Yes it is"
"No it isn't, you're just giving orders."
"No I don't. Now shut up and do as I say."
"See?"
Elrond said in a patient voice: "Look, the council must make
decisions. We can't delay this mission by endless debate."
But Boromir still was not convinced. "Yes, but that's not just
issuing orders from your chair. A council implies some effort to
decide together what's best and all work for it. It's not just
commanding the people."
"And the elves.", interrupted Gimli.
"Why are you always on about elves?", said Legolas.
"'Cause I want to be one."
Several voices shouted in amazement: "What? Why?"
"I like the way they dress."
"You can't wear elven clothing!", replied Legolas.
"Don't suppress me!"
"I'm not suppressing you, it's the wrong size! You're too short!
You'd trip and fall over every step you take!"
But here Gandalf offered a solution: "Ah, I know. Let's say that he
can't wear elvish dresses, because they don't come in his size, which
is sauron's fault, obviously, but he can have the right to wear them."
Elrond took over again. "What's the point? Now get on with it! The
ring will have to be destroyed."
"Yes but..."
At this point, Elrond rang a small bell that was on the
table. "That's it. Council's closed. On your way."
"What?"
"It's madness to delay. Away you go!"
"Aren't you even coming with us?"
"Solidarity, human brother!"



DEAD WIZARD

In Moria, Gandalf faces the Balrog: "None shall pass"
The balrog roars impressively.
"NONE SHALL PASS!"
The balrog roars even more impressively.
"At least, not before you have answered me these questions three, ere
the other side you see. If you fail to answer you will be cast in the
gorge of Khazad-Dum."
The balrog is slightly taken aback: "What?"
Gandalf asks quickly: "What is your name? What is the maximum
velocity of a giant eagle? What is the capital of Arnor?"
The balrog did not count on this: "My name? I don't have a name...
aaaargh What's yours?"
But Gandalf did not expect this last question either. "Mithran... no
ganda... aaargh... Run away!", he shouts, as he falls down the abyss.

Frodo cries, "I can't believe he is really dead. He cannot be gone."
Boromir assures him "No, he's dead allright."
Frodo can't stop thinking about him. "Remarkable wizard, that
Gandalf... beautiful fireworks."
"The fireworks don't enter into it! He's stone dead!"
"He's resting."
"Look Frodo, that wizard is definitely deceased."
But Frodo said, "He is probably pining for the Grey Havens."
Boromir answered, "Pining for the Grey Havens? What kind of talk is
that and why did he fall down that gorge?"
"He prefers dramatic escapes! It's for his idiom."
"He fell from that tall bridge into the abyss!"
Frodo has an answer: "Of course. He'll beat up that Balrog, get on a
broomstick, and VOOOM."
Boromir simply can't believe it: "Mate that wizard wouldn't VOOM if
you put four million volts through him! He's bleedin' demised!"
"Noo, he's pining..."
Boromir raises his voice: "HE'S NOT PINING, he has passed on! He's
expired, gone to meet Illuvatar. This is an ex-Istari. If he hadn't
fallen beyond recall he'd be pushing up the elenor by now!"


MOUNT DOOM

Frodo and Sam enter Mount Doom. The heat is intense.

"Blimey, it's hot in here.", said Frodo.
'Hot enough to boil a goblin's bum in here, mister Frodo.'
"That is a strange expression Sam."
'Well mister Frodo, I heard Celeborn use it. "It's hot enough in here
to boil a goblin's bum in here, Galadriel, he said, and she smiled
quietly to herself."'
"She's a good piece of elf chick and not at all stuck up."
'Blast, here comes that gollum fellow now.'


THE FOUR SHIREMEN

Years afterwards, the four hobbits are sitting in the Green Dragon.
They think of the times they had, and a certain nostalgia enters into
the conversation:

Frodo, with many memories on his face, said "Who'd have thought ten
years ago we'd all be sitting here, smoking longleaf?"
The other three agreed. "You know, we were lucky in those days.
Though we were on a kamikaze quest.", said Sam. Merry
stated, "Becáuse we were on a kamikaze quest. Rings don't buy you
hapiness. Used to live in this tiny old house, with great big holes
in the roof."
Frodo said, "House? What hobbit lives in a house? I had to live in a
hole under the ground, with my uncle Bilbo."
Sam said, "Aye, he was right. I was happier then and I had nothing. I
used to live in a hole in the ground with me Gaffer. A nasty, dirty,
wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell."
Pippin said, "Well it's better then a dry, bare sandy hole, with no
furniture, isn't it?"
Merry corrected, "Our house was just a hole in the ground too, you
now. But we had to leave! Once we set off we had to sleep in the open
air, in the middle of the winter, chased by hobbicidal black riders."
Frodo had more to say on this matter: "Well, as the ringbearer I of
course had it tough: I was beaten up by a gang of wraiths, stabbed
with a poisonous dagger, all my limbs fell off, and I started
hallucinating."
Pippin complained, "And after that we were ushered out of Rivendell,
and got covered under twelve meters of snow and ice, and falling
rocks, and then we went into the mines of Moria, half the floor was
missing, and we got flogged by a balrog with a fiery whip. I had no
skin left on my back when we got away."
Sam was not convinced this was anything worse then what he and Frodo
had been through: "You were lucky! We had to go and live in a haunted
swamp! We woke up every morning surrounded by ghosts!! Nothing to eat
but rotting dead frogs. Terrible stench! And Gollum and Sauron
staring at us like mad all the time."
But Merry said: "We used to dream of living in a swamp! It would have
been a palace to us. We were kidnapped by the Uruk Hai! We had to run
all day without interruption, eat really old bread and drink their
disgusting booze. And at night they'd get bored and would amuse
themselves with us for hours."
Frodo was calm, and said: "Uruk hai? Was that all? Here we were
living in a corridor... a giant spider's corridor! She bit me to
sleep, and I woke up covered in slime, inside Mordor, captured by
orks, they spat me in the face and tortured me hours and hours just
for fun."
But Pippin was unimpressed: "Paradise! We had to live with a tree!
Everything went so slow we'd ask for breakfast and starve to death
before it arrived! Before he understood we were not orcs, he'd
already squashed us like bugs, and broken every bone in our bodies."
"Luxury.", said Sam quietly,"When we got away from the orks and
spiders, we had to go and live in an active volcano! Half the floor
was missing, nothing to eat but hot lava, and Gollum bit all our
fingers off and threw them away, into the fire. And when he'd
finished, he started with our toes! And what did we get for it?
A 'thank you, now I can be king' from Aragorn. Very nice."
Merry added, "And when we got home to the shire, Saruman had
destroyed it all with toxic waste, and danced between the ruins,
singing Hallelujah."
Frodo said finally, "And you try and tell it to peter jackson, and he
won't believe you!"


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Welcome to the group, nietsnie09!  I hope you enjoy your time here :)

Sarah

Why don't we try writing Monty Python fics set in an alternate time
like the members of Python Slash are doing. It be kind of fun seeing
what crazy yet logical stuff the fans can come up with.

Hey all. I hope you are all doing well.  I was wondering if anyone
would be interested in fan fic challenges.  I posted one a while back,
but I can post another, or members can post ideas for stories they
would like to see.

Also, is anybody working on a fic they would like to share? I'd love to
read some new stuff :)

Sarah

Welcome to the group! Have fun here, and feel free to drop us a line
anytime! I love Michael too (I'm sure just about everybody does :P) so
you're in good company! Can't wait to hear from you! :)

Sarah

Welcome to the group.  Have fun, and feel free to drop us a line
anytime :)

Sarah

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<rayshell22@...> wrote:
>
> Has anybody in this group thought about doing a ghost!Graham Chapman
> fic? I've read two on the Python Slash Livejournal and had an idea of
> my own involving the surviving members when they're old and wrinkly
and
> Gray tagging along inside his cemorial urn. ;) I am one weird Python
> fan, but then again, that's probably a good thing.
>

Yeah, I´ve read them too and they were brilliant! Go ahead! :D

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<rayshell22@...> wrote:
>
> Has anybody in this group thought about doing a ghost!Graham Chapman
> fic? I've read two on the Python Slash Livejournal and had an idea of
> my own involving the surviving members when they're old and wrinkly
and
> Gray tagging along inside his cemorial urn. ;) I am one weird Python
> fan, but then again, that's probably a good thing.
>


Yeah, I´ve read them too and they were brilliant! Go ahead! :D

Has anybody in this group thought about doing a ghost!Graham Chapman
fic? I've read two on the Python Slash Livejournal and had an idea of
my own involving the surviving members when they're old and wrinkly and
Gray tagging along inside his cemorial urn. ;) I am one weird Python
fan, but then again, that's probably a good thing.

The author has been banned and the messages deleted.  I'm going to put
all new members on moderation.  That shouldn't affect any of you, but
hopefully it will cut down on the spam.

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I´m new to this group! I hope you all had a great christmas and all
your wishes had come true!

I love the ideas of challenges! I would write a story by myself, but
I´m afraid my english is too bad, ´cause I´m from germany.

Sarah, could I send you the stories (there are a lot in my mind) per
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I´m new to this group! I hope you all had a great christmas and all
your wishes had come true!

I love the ideas of challenges! I would write a story by myself, but
I´m afraid my english is too bad, ´cause I´m from germany.

Sarah, could I send you the stories (there are a lot in my mind) per
email and you check the grammar? That´d be lovely!

Hope to have a great time ´round here!

Greetings

Melanie

I was wondering if anyone would be interested in periodic (perhaps
monthly?) fan fic challenges. I've been thinking about one for a little
while, so I will extend the challenge to you all, and if some people
would be interested I can post them on a regular basis, or members can
post them too. Let me know.  This group has been pretty quiet for a
while, but I would like to change that.

So, if anyone is interested, here goes:

Write a story that contains the line, "If I knew then what I know now,
things might be different between us." It can be a line spoken or
written by one character or person to another, or it can be part of
the "narration" of the story. And it can be a real person fic or one
based on Monty Python characters (slash is fine and welcomed :D).

I hope some of you take the challenge, and I hope you have fun :) Feel
free to email me to beta your story.

Sarah

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and I'm going to wish you all a happy new year now before I forget. So,
Happy New Year! :)

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but if the spam gets bad it may come to that.

I hope everyone is well and looking forward to Thanksgiving and the
holiday season :)  I'll post more once school's out (which will be
pretty soon now :D).

Take care everyone, and post away :)

Sarah

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introduce myself as Rayshell232000. A fresh, young Python fan whose
favorite Pythons are Graham Chapman and John Cleese. Anyways, I'm
posting in order to shamelessly pimp my Fusion Crossover fic Monty
Python: Stand Alone Complex. It's a parody of Ghost In The Shell with
the Pythons as the British version of Section Nine. I may also write a
few drabbles as well, including a humorous slash drabble set in the
MP:SAC universe.

Hi guys, I guess I should take myself from the lurker list and
introduce myself as Rayshell232000. A fresh, young Python fan whose
favorite Pythons are Graham Chapman and John Cleese. Anyways, I'm
posting in order to shamelessly pimp my Fusion Crossover fic Monty
Python: Stand Alone Complex. It's a parody of Ghost In The Shell with
the Pythons as the British version of Section Nine. I may also write a
few drabbles as well, including a humorous slash drabble set in the
MP:SAC universe.

Hi all. Sarah here. I know I haven't posted for a while, but I'm still
here, and Yvette just made me the new owner of the group.  I own
several other groups, and have for some time, so hopefully owning this
group will go well too :)  I'm here for you all if you ever need
anything, and I will try my best to keep this group great.  So, feel
free to ask me anything, comment on something, or use me as your beta.
My email address is princess_bing2002 @ yahoo.com (no spaces), and you
can hit me with a message anytime.  I look forward to working with you
all to keep this group the fun one that it is. Take care, and continue
to have fun! :) And remember, I'm here if you need anything :)

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monty_python_wacky_fanfiction_society@yahoogroups.com, "inextremis04"
  <inextremis04@...> wrote:
>
> Title: The Confluence
> Author: Kristin
> Pairing: Graham/Michael
> Summary: He'd never been as warm as this.
> Author's Note: After John left, Graham would ring up Michael quite
> frequently, late at night, venting about being without John and
John's
> various projects being linked to Python erroneously. So, it
spawned this
> little thing
>
> ***
>
> He had grown accustomed to the sound of a shrill scream piercing
the fog
> protecting his brain from intrusion. As such, as soon as it came,
his
> hand would find the black receiver, bringing it directly to his
mouth,
> mumbling, "Yeah," and waiting for the inevitable ramblings of a
> half-drunk Graham.
>
> On this particular night, it was slightly different, and he sat up,
> covering his right ear to keep out the silence disturbing his
thoughts.
>
> "I'm stuck here. I don't want to bother David. I was going to call
Terry
> but you're closer-r-r..."
>
> He sounded like he was nearly sober, but startled and cold.
>
> "Where are you at, Gray?"
>
> He quickly scribbled down the address, hung up the phone, and
pulled on
> a pair of pants, sweater, and coat, making sure to grab an extra
one for
> Graham. He turned, making sure Helen was still asleep, and quietly
crept
> out.
>
> The darkness seemed to burn his eyes (how strange), and he had to
dig
> around before his key fit into the lock of his car properly. He
rubbed
> his left hand at his eyes, trying to rid them of beckoning sleep,
and
> tapped a wayward beat on his steering wheel. Arriving where Graham
had
> told him he'd be, Michael left the car running and walked in,
spotting
> Graham easily in the corner, where he was propped on the bar's
edge.
> Michael grabbed Graham's left elbow, then quickly moved to stand
behind
> him as he pulled Graham's unsteady form to his feet. He sighed,
> realizing he'd have to wrap Graham's arm around his own shoulders
to
> keep him upright.
>
> It wasn't that he minded the closeness; he was worried about how
it made
> Graham feel. Graham, who, while clearly tired and still feeling the
> effects of the alcohol, was in that state of almost full awareness,
> without being able to completely support himself.
>
> Michael made eye contact with the barkeep, who bid him adieu with a
> half-glare, and was relieved to make it outside with Graham
beginning to
> stand more on his own.
>
> "I thought I'd reached a point where I wouldn't need to be your
chaffeur
> anymore," he said to Graham as he opened the passenger door and
tucked
> him into the seat.
>
> Graham draped his right arm over his stomach and started shivering
more
> violently. Michael exhaled heavily, noticing the vivid way his
breath
> shone in the night air, and grabbed Graham's right arm, sliding it
> through the sleeve of the extra coat he'd brung.
>
> "You'll have to do the rest," he said.
>
> By the time Michael made it back to the driver's seat, Graham was
firmly
> wrapped in the coat, placing his hands over the heating vents.
>
> "Home, Graham?" Michael asked.
>
> After a pause, Graham nodded. "Sorry, yeah."
>
> Michael started tapping the same beat from earlier again, on the
> steering wheel.
>
> "Help, I need somebody," Graham suddenly said.
>
> A knot suddenly grew in Michael's stomach as he chanced a glance at
> Graham's pale, clammy skin glistening from the moonlight through
the
> windows.
>
> "What? Are you all right?"
>
> "That's the song. The Beatles. Help," Graham explained.
>
> Michael looked at his own hands, consciously stopping their
movement.
>
> "I didn't realise--"
>
> "Fitting, I guess," Graham said, turning away from Michael to lean
his
> head against his window.
>
> Michael chanced another glance at him, growing concerned with the
pink
> flush to Graham's cheeks. He stretched his left hand out to feel
the
> warmth.
>
> "Are you sick, Gray?"
>
> Graham didn't answer, burrowing his cheek, instead, into Michael's
hand,
> which had begun to stroke it.
>
> "I think I'll take you back to my flat."
>
> "I'll be a bother--"
>
> "Helen won't mind, Graham, she's fond of you. And the kids will
make you
> some soup and crackers in the morning."
>
> When they arrived back at Michael's flat, Graham was out of his
car door
> as quickly as Michael. He stuck his hands deeply into the pockets
of his
> coat and stumbled only slightly, halfway to the door. Michael
directed
> him to the spare bed in the alcove off to the right of the dining
room,
> and Graham quickly laid his head on the pillows, not bothering to
get
> beneath the sheets.
>
> Michael returned with an extra pillow, dropping it unceremoniously
on
> the bed, close to Graham's head. He removed his own coat, and
shoes, and
> sat next to Graham, resisting the urge to rub the shoulder closest
to
> him.
>
> "They'll sleep late, so it won't be noisy, and I'll give you a
ride back
> to your place when you can walk straight."
>
> "Could I ever?" Graham teased, impusively tugging Michael's right
hand.
>
> Their fingers darted around one another's for a few seconds before
> Michael purposely dropped Graham's head and felt his forehead,
clucking
> his tongue in a worried manner.
>
> "I'll sleep it off, Mikey, really."
>
> Michael sighed, inching forward slightly. He stared ahead, as if
trying
> to decide where to go. Turning behind him, he quickly, and without
much
> deliberation, raised Graham's hand to his lips. Dropping it as
before,
> he made to leave, stopping as he felt on tug on his pants.
>
> "You're cold, too," Graham said, moving aside on the bed to give
Michael
> room.
>
> And Michael hesitated only a moment before joining him, pulling
the warm
> quilt he'd brought, over them. This time, he planted his kiss on
> Graham's lips. And as Graham pulled him as close to his body as he
> could, he smiled in spite of the chill, saying, to Graham's
lips, "Do
> you know you're never a bother?"
>
> Somehow, he'd never been as warm as this.
>
> [ end ]
>

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