Harriet was beaming as she walked out on stage. "Good afternoon. I'm Harriet Jones, Dean of Students."
Before she could continue, there was a heckling from the back of the auditorium, sounding not unlike a certain flame haired god of the dead. "Yes, we know who you are!"
Harriet fixed the back of the room with a look. "If I could continue,
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"Uh. But. You know. Last year someone completely, uh, unrelated got bit by a gremlin and there was a droid there, too - different droid! - and video of the incident ended up as part of a film festival and I think was acclaimed pretty highly and the droid might now have new opportunities ahead of him as a director and that's pretty amazing, isn't it? I mean. That's pretty great for the arts and for all of us getting to experience it, not just when it happens, but also on videotape for later, not that anyone wanted copies just to laugh at - the people who might have hypothetically been involved. Uh. Yeah. But see? The, uh, future of ... our children or something like that depends on it, right?"
"So I say we keep the gremlins. And lastly, uh, if you ever get into a conversation with a gremlin-zapped person and they offer to bounce a quarter off someone else's ... um ... body? Just say no. Thank you! Any questions?"
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