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ARISE, fellow mutants! Accept the glory that is BOB into your mind! Come prepare for the saucers to take YOU away tonight in #rf-callahans on Undernet IRC and bring yer streaming audio listening proggies with ye!
The proto-Overman cleaves to the word of "Bob" and GRINDS HIS FOOT on the laws of the Joe Sixpacks. He LAUGHS! The Illuminati can't touch him, so he takes Slackful SLACK where he finds it. Remember, a VACUUM always FINDS ITS OWN LEVEL! The SubGenius knows he is NOT normal and NEVER WAS! He knows the Mister Nice Guys REQUIRE stereotypes, they NEED buzz-words, they STINK, yes, STINK! And all of them do not GET it, they never will. They are clueless! They may be pink, but their money is GREEN! These are the LAST DAYS for the doomed Joe Sixpacks. The Mister Nice Guys are a snare, do not BREED with them, do not WASTE your GENES! They know not the joys of the Public Rant. And they will mostly DIE! The luckiest will be SERVANTS or SEX TOYS to Homo Superior! Quit your job! SLACK OFF! NOW! Indeed, every piece of "Church Goods" from the divine SubGenius Mail Order Department can heal or destroy or BOTH and still is UNKNOWABLE! But "Bob" still must be decapitated as the Holy Sacriligoment.
Signed,
The Very Irreverend Docwell Q. Webster, deceased
P.S. I have never kissed the editor of the Radio Times.. but I bet Bob has.
The proto-Overman cleaves to the word of "Bob" and GRINDS HIS FOOT on the laws of the Joe Sixpacks. He LAUGHS! The Illuminati can't touch him, so he takes Slackful SLACK where he finds it. Remember, a VACUUM always FINDS ITS OWN LEVEL! The SubGenius knows he is NOT normal and NEVER WAS! He knows the Mister Nice Guys REQUIRE stereotypes, they NEED buzz-words, they STINK, yes, STINK! And all of them do not GET it, they never will. They are clueless! They may be pink, but their money is GREEN! These are the LAST DAYS for the doomed Joe Sixpacks. The Mister Nice Guys are a snare, do not BREED with them, do not WASTE your GENES! They know not the joys of the Public Rant. And they will mostly DIE! The luckiest will be SERVANTS or SEX TOYS to Homo Superior! Quit your job! SLACK OFF! NOW! Indeed, every piece of "Church Goods" from the divine SubGenius Mail Order Department can heal or destroy or BOTH and still is UNKNOWABLE! But "Bob" still must be decapitated as the Holy Sacriligoment.
Signed,
The Very Irreverend Docwell Q. Webster, deceased
P.S. I have never kissed the editor of the Radio Times.. but I bet Bob has.
