Dennis:
>>>Exactly what is it that MacKay's Hunting?
Don:
>>Stop it! The lurkers and other of their elk will start grousing again...
Dennis, in futility:
>Deer me, I quail at the thought.

That lyme's diseased, I can't bear to swallow it in silence. No magic
in that prose, truly you're no Merlin.

- Don Baccus, Portland OR <donb at rational.com>