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After pouring over the Mandos Release Forms for three days, I've decided not to tamper with them. It's occurred to me that all I've really wanted out of life was a goldfish that would answer my phone with a rohirric accent and occasionally paint my nails. Since fish don't generally have opposible thumbs, and I have a terrible record of killing them off, I've decided to stick with torturing Hama. This week: water guns. So far I have the lead - seven direct hits to zero. ...partically because he doesn't have a water gun.