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Royer to Construct Lankville Roller-Skating Rink
LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS: YES!
Institutionalized business magnate Ric Royer announced today that he will construct a roller-skating rink on an unidentified property in Northern Lankville. The rink will be known as Arcadia.
“Everything came together yesterday while I was in this very amusement room playing Lingus Nets,” noted Royer, who will bankroll the entire project. “It will be the grandest rink ever built. I want people to immediately conclude that the construction and design of this rink did not come from the mind of man. That it came from some sort of sentient being in the form of a goddess who descended upon these wretched lunatics in this wretched Foontz-Flonnaise Home [of Abundant Senselessness] and made known the entirety of its queer and puzzling design.”
Royer paused momentarily to return to another Lingus Net session, already in progress. He quickly captured the final net, deposited his sacks and claimed victory over his opponent, a fellow patient. The patient later moped and lurked in a corner.

Royer’s hand-written notes on Arcadia. Note the lime green cardstock with matte finish, sauce stain.
“It has been decreed that we will have giant smoke machines all about Arcadia and that we will have large robotic skaters that will be extremely slow-moving and yet, still quite menacing. They will target specific patrons and pursue them throughout their visit,” added Royer, who watched carefully as a warden entered the amusement room carrying small slices of cake on colorfully-decorated paper plates. “We will have hired dancers in historic costume. We will have skates. We will…”
Royer suddenly stopped talking and wandered slowly over to the warden, who was now placing the slices of cake on a table. An interminable period of time passed as the warden laboriously cleared the table and positioned the cake slices along its edge, in a circular pattern. Royer was observed to twitch nervously and to jockey for position among the other waiting patients. Finally, the warden looked up and nodded. Royer lunged suddenly at the table.
He took his cake quietly over to a corner and the interview was ended prematurely.
September is Presentation Oar Month
A particular division of the Lankville Coastal Guarders that I work for has declared September “Presentation Oar Month”. How are we gonna’ celebrate at Tingley Little Presentation Oars, you ask? By having the sale of the century, that’s how.
We’re not messing around. Right now, you can get a hand-crafted little presentation oar for just $185. Couple different styles available. Creates that nautical look in your den, club basement, boat, or rented room. Comes with a gold hand-engraved plaque. Anything you want on there*. There’s not a single person I’ve done business with that has walked away unhappy. That’s my guarantee.
How can I afford to give these little presentation oars away at that price, you ask? Because I know that once you buy one Tingley Little Presentation Oar, you’ll keep coming back to me for all your little presentation oar needs. A Tingley little presentation oar is the best little presentation oar.
You can write me: Tingley Little Presentation Oars, 55 Knobs, South Lankville, 2-111. I’ve also set up an emails address just to accommodate the orders– it’s tingleylittlepresentationoars@lankvillewest.com Hurry up and place your order. It’s Presentation Oar month, after all.
* Except for anything irreverent (I reserve the right to use my discretion).
The opinions of Mr. Tingley are not necessarily the opinions of The Lankville Daily News and its subsidiaries.
Royer Addresses Media
LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS: YES!
For the first time since being committed to an insane asylum on Tuesday, Lankville business magnate Ric Royer has addressed the media.
In a press conference held this morning in a darkened, trash-strewn room at the Foontz-Flonnaise Home of Abundant Senselessness, Royer spoke with reporters for about twenty minutes.
“Part of the public horror of sexual irregularity so-called is due to the fact that everyone knows himself essentially guilty,” stated Royer, who wore a button-up institutional shirt that was heavily-stained by chocolate cake. “The ordinary man looking at a mountain is like an illiterate man looking at an ancient, esoteric manuscript. You combine these two things together and the only course of action was this, this bastard of a place.”
Royer deflected several follow-up questions from journalists, many of whom were later found murdered.
He did confirm that he will maintain control of several of his business endeavors from the home and has temporarily closed his mall retail-space home.
“My Dollar Bush stores will be operating at normal business hours and I will be continuing my work with the Worlds of Royer Toy Company. We have a bear that will be coming out and also a little piano that transforms into a top. The world is a bountiful place.”
Royer was later returned to his cell and no further questions were answered. No food was served.
Cheap Cup of Coffee Fails at Local Lunch Booth
LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS: YES!
Lancey Parrishes, manager of a local lunch booth, gave up his attempt to win customers with twenty-five cent cups of coffee, sources are confirming.
He said the cut-rate cup did not attract any new customers but instead caused his regulars to increase their consumption.
Parrishes, who has been shunned, consented to an interview with The Lankville Daily News outside of city limits.
BK: What will you do now?
LP: I don’t know. It’s been tough. It’s been very difficult on my family.
BK: How will you go on?
LP: Eventually, I’ll have to go back and face the lunch booth. But, somehow, I…(Parrishes broke down and began sobbing).
BK: Why did you think your little scheme would work?
LP: I guess I thought people would be drawn to the low cost. But it didn’t happen that way.
BK: Yes, people really seem to hate you.
LP: It’s true. I’ve been living on handouts from scary forest dwellers.
BK: I guess you’ve learned an important lesson.
LP: I have Bernie. I really have.
BK: I’m not going to ask any further questions but I do think you should sit here in silence for awhile longer while I stare at you.
LP: It’s…I understand.
The interview ended shortly thereafter.
Lankville Women Open Exercise Center
LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS, YES!
A group of Lankville women opened an exercise center in the Northern Wooded Shopping Arena last night. About 200 people attended the event in which non-alcoholic beverages and a sheet cake were served.
“We’re hoping to explain the benefits of calisthenics and moderate dumbbell lifting,” noted co-founder Betty Chastain, 27. “The center is well-equipped with all the latest tumbling mats, stationary bicycles and pummel horses and we have a clean, modern locker room with shower facilities.”

The founders of the new exercise center are, from left to right: Betty Chastain, Jen Sakata, Pat Bourque, Gene Tennis and Lynnda Coombs.
The locker room was of particular interest to a small cohort of about ten male attendees, who spent the evening hanging around the doorway and closely monitoring women as they exercised in form-fitting leotards.
“We certainly need something like this in our area,” said lurker Bill Herrington, 46. “Just look at these gals go.” Herrington suddenly grunted deeply and bent over awkwardly at the waist as he watched a participant stretching just a few feet in front of him. The interview was ended prematurely.
“I’m a great believer in deep floor stretching as a means of bolstering physical fitness,” said co-founder Pat Bourque, 26. Bourque then rolled over on her back, lifting her sculpted legs high in the air as the group of men took stared aggressively. “As you work the hips and thighs, you’ll notice yourself able to spread your legs further thereby benefiting the muscles of the buttocks,” Bourque added, as one of the men suddenly collapsed and had to be removed to a comfort station. “Stretching is really the best exercise there is.”
“We want our center to be a nice activity for young wives, somewhere they can go after a long day taking care of baby or pounding a typewriter,” said Sakata, 24, who previously served as a physical education instructor. “But we’re also really delighted that these men came to watch. They certainly have shown a keen enthusiasm for what we’re doing here.” Sakata then demonstrated the health benefits of the pummel horse as several of the men followed her movements closely. “Our center is something for the whole community,” Sakata added, as she breathed deeply and grunted due to the exertion.
“Boy oh boy,” noted another of the watchers who began mopping his brow and refused to be identified. “Look at that scissor move. She’s taking charge of that horse.”
The center will be open weeknights until 10 p.m. and can be reached at NORTHERN 5721.
This Week in Lankville
ROYER COMMITTED TO INSANE ASYLUM
Business magnate Ric Royer has been committed to the Foontz-Flonnaise Home of Abundant Senselessness, sources are now confirming.

A Lankville Daily News photographer snapped this image of Royer last night at the opening of a new zoo.
Royer, who last night was photographed during the cutting of a ribbon at a new zoo, was clad in an outlandish costume and appeared to have painted his teeth green. During the reception, Royer consumed an entire cake while holding a gigantic pneumatic roof and lathing stapler and pointing it jokingly at various guests. He then consented to a brief interview with The News.
KC: Do you like this zoo?
RR: I am working to accelerate the ecstasy. To merge and to meet the infinitely vast. That is what we must strive for. Also, I would like to know is when my cardboard tureen of fountain soda will be showing up. I can’t even begin to answer your strange questions without it.”
KC(probing): Do you like this zoo?
RR: So far, I haven’t seen any kind of offer that would satisfy me. Not like that cake I just had.
Royer then suddenly fell down and his handlers immediately made the decision to commit the enigmatic executive.
PRESIDENT EMERGES SCREAMING FROM PILE OF GIRLY PILLOWS
President Pondicherry has been hospitalized after an incident which occurred this morning at the Grebov Brothers Telescope Company Presidential Palace. He is expected to fully recover.
Around 4 a.m., Pondicherry was discovered by his man-servant, attempting to emerge from a mountain of girly pillows which had somehow engulfed his bed, creating a dark abyss that nearly suffocated the chief executive. “The man-servant assured us that he had never seen the pillows before,” said Detective Gee-Temple, who was the first officer on the scene. “They were not the type of pillows I would imagine an older man buying,” added the intrepid detective.
Interviews were conducted with several “lower-class” working people throughout the Palace but nothing untoward was discovered.
The President is expected to be released later today.
Balbus TKO’s Lilliquist; Catalay-Sisters KO’s Crispus
Lou Balbus, Southern Lankville’s crack amateur Junior Abundantweight, added another impressive victory to his string of ring successes last night when he punched-out a clean decision over rugged Hoddy Lilliquist of the Outlands in the feature scrap of a 32-bout card presented by Chambers Company Hand Drills at the Life Lessons Funeral Home Arena in Capital City.
Lilliquist, a stocky-built boy who held a record of three victories and seven defeats, could not match Balbus’ sharp punching. In the first round, Balbus scored several times with hard punches to the jaw, forehead, eyes, nose, ears, throat, shoulders, elbows and wrists of Lilliquist and had his opponent bleeding, vomiting and gasping for air at the bell.
A hint of the final outcome came in the second when, in a furious exchange, it was Lilliquist who finally gave ground and became trapped by the ropes. Balbus drove home several clean punches to the aforementioned areas again and referee W.W. Tarn finally called the match.
In other highlights, Johnny Catalay-Sisters, a Thickish-Moderateweight from the Lankville Arctic Archipelago, delivered a barrage of blows to Thurman Crispus of the Northern Hole Area who wilted under the furious display after just 46 seconds. Catalay-Sisters, who is now 4-0 with 4 knockouts, is believed to have a bright future in the fistic arts.
“I’m happy with the beatdown I gave Crispies [sic],” said Catalay-Sisters after the bout. “I was studying the film on [Crispus] and I could tell that he had a funny habit of immediately retreating to the corner. Basically, I just hemmed him in and hit him until he fell.”
“Johnny pounded the living Christ out of that rummy, no question about it,” concurred manager Lou “Urgent” Cunningham. “That was no god damn contest.”
The thirty other fights on the card and the failure of the air-conditioning system at Life Lessons Arena made for an excessively long evening for fans of the pugilistic art, who began collapsing in aisles or falling out of their seats. Several deaths were reported.
“There were a lot of garbage fights,” noted fan George Potburn of the Southwestern Desert Area. “There was the midget fight, the two fights where the fighters were obviously drunk or high, the one fight that was announced but where nobody actually showed up but they counted off the time for seven rounds anyway. It was a little ridiculous.”
Potburn was later accidentally drawn up into an air-conditioning vent that suddenly blasted on after the event was concluded.
Judges were Buck Knowles, Ernie Salada, and Mike Blapp. Clunt Davenport was the timekeeper and Steevo Burns the announcer. Dr. Yothers was the attending physician.
OPINION: I Really Wasn’t Crazy About the Look of the Little Potatoes This Morning
I really wasn’t crazy about the look of the little potatoes this morning. It’s too bad because that’s a part of my day that I really look forward to.
I won’t say eating my little potatoes is the first thing I do in the morning. Usually, I check out my computer signals and how the glue on my latest model rocket has dried overnight and maybe dump my sheets in the wash basin for Mom. But then I head right out to the buffet- get a big helping of little potatoes and a juice and sit down and look at The News.
I stood over the little potatoes for at least ten minutes today. Something was wrong, I knew it but I don’t think I wanted to know it. As time passed, I could see that the texture was all off. The colors seemed enhanced– they were almost too yellow. And those tongs just thrown in there. That’s the first time I’ve seen that from the Islanders that run the place. You don’t usually see the tongs until you order. But this time, they were just kind of lounging there petulantly. The scene was all off and I didn’t like it.
I asked if they had another pan of little potatoes but the Islander didn’t understand me. He kept pointing to the tongs and I had to finally look away. I know they probably had another pan in the back but I felt, somehow, that they would be exactly the same. That today was just a cursed day. And so I left.
I just couldn’t get over the look of the little potatoes this morning.
The opinions of Lurv Sprayberry are not necessarily the opinions of The Lankville Daily News or any of its subsidiaries.
Car Pushed Over
LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS, YES!
A car was pushed over, sources are reporting.
“Some kids got on one side of the car and pushed it over,” said witness Kirk Brocky, 35, of the Outlands. “It’s upside down right now in someone’s yard.”
Police have not been able to identify the car’s owner or the kids.
“Nah, nothing, no information on that,” stated Detective Gee-Temple. “Some kids pushed it over. The car. That’s all we have.”
Brocky, who is unmarried, said he witnessed the crime from a distance.
“I was in the weedy area behind the harness race track. It was from a distance. But they did push the car over,” he noted.
Brocky, who is also unemployed and chubby, said that the kids were wearing light jackets.
“They had light jackets on, like windbreakers. And then they pushed the car over.”
When asked what happened next, Brocky seemed confused.
“They…just pushed the car over. And then I went to the payphone to call police.”
When asked if he had exact change or whether he had to break a dollar, Brocky noted that he had “exact change”.
The incident is currently being investigated.
Royer’s Madcap Experiences: The Onion Ring Trailer
The lands of the carnival were brown prairie– cleared to accommodate the various structures. But nearest the gravel parking lot, as the ground began to slope a little, was the Onion Ring Trailer.
The heat was terrible. I passed many people from town, dressed in slacks and shirts, the women in house dresses. So many, not being able to stand the thousand-long line to the one portable toilet, simply urinated where they stood. The children carried cones filled with strange blue ice substances.
I had eaten 19 cotton-candies– my stomach was vastly confused and there was a feeling of great turbulence. I needed something to soak up the cotton-candies and the onion ring trailer instantly beckoned.
A doctor had told me once:
“Eat some fried onion rings. That will settle your stomach.”
I never forgot that sage advice.
PART TWO
This was a part of the lot poorly-lighted, bereft– empty picnic tables, empty barrels. Someone had overturned an abandoned old incinerator, the kind that abuts right up to your building, releases the smell of garbages [sic] into the air directly surrounding your home, office, or business. The positionable “clean-out” doors were swung open in a frank way, there was a skull inside.
I was now beneath the lights of the onion ring trailer. The proprietor was a morbid, putrid creature– I wanted to view his death instantly but he was all that stood between me and those rings.
The sign said “FRESH DAILY”.
“Is that true?” I demanded.
He seemed far away. Finally- “Huh? Wuzzit? Fuckin’ onion rings, man.”
“I’d like five tureens.”
He paused. “How about if I just put them in a barrel?”
“OK. I would like that.”
He filled the barrel with rings and I paid only $1.75 and five carnival tickets. I smothered them in ketchup and then, when the creature turned his back, I surreptitiously placed all the condiment containers at the top of the barrel. I was going to stick it to this creature. I was going to make him responsible. I desired to know that he would be fired, that others would say Look at this god damn lardass. I’m not hiring this god damn lardass. I desired him to sleep in barns, to make his way quietly across pitch-black countryside and to finally be shot down, for trespassing as he attempted to gingerly cross an electrified fence.
I rolled the barrel over to the picnic table. It was then that a figure emerged from the shadows. I cannot say that he was an official. I just know that he made me leave my barrel where it stood and he walked me to a place in deep darkness near the back of the gravel lot and then he punched me until I fainted.
When I woke up, I was in the Foontz-Flonnaise Home of Abundant Senseless, a notable mental institution.
OPINION: I Want to Ask You a Question…
I want to ask you a serious question. What, exactly, do you like in a mattress? You like cloud-like comfort or super-firm support? You like allergy-free foam rubber or costly horsehair? You need a king-size– so you can get everybody in there? Or you want an extra-long mattress so you can stretch out?
What kind of pillows you want with that? Zippered antique satin? Something you can toss on the mattress made of antique rayon? Zippered to come off for easy washing? Comes in red, white, blue, gold, brown, tangerine, banana, and olive? Or you want to pamper yourself with a chair-style bedrest? Bouquet-print cotton covers? Fluffy? Resilient? Is that more your speed?
How about a 6-way pillow AND a contour bedrest? Something in pink? Gold? Desert colors? Something comfortable to match the carpet? Yeah?
What? You trying to add an aura of quaintness to any room? You want some dotted curtains ideal for problem windows? Something cloth-woven with easy-care glass fibers that dry in a wink and never need ironing? Come in white or pastels of gold, pink, pizza or aqua? Yeah? Is that what you want?
What’s that? Oh yeah? You’re looking to just redo everything, huh? An automatic washer that removes lint fuzz with a filter-flo system? You want the detergent to dissolve and evenly disperse throughout the load? What? You want a 12-pound capacity? You want two different wash temperatures? One rinse temperature? Yeah? Oh yeah?
What’s that again? You want a 12-inch tall blinking cat lamp? The kind where the lights come through the cat’s eyes? Yeah? You want what options? Ivory, charcoal or beige? With highlights of brown? And you want extra lightbulbs that come in different colors? White? Yellow? Blue? You want them in boxes of five? You want some of the boxes to have one color but others to have multi-colors? Really? Yeah?
Well, OK then. Sounds like you better… What? That’s right, you better come see THE BEST.
The opinions of “The Best” are not necessarily those of The Lankville Daily News or its subsidiaries.
This Week in Lankville
LANKVILLE GIRL BECOMES NUN
A Western Outland Lankville broad, the former Miss Tammy Speake, has taken her first vows in the order of the Mary-Wonderment Sisters of the Motherhouse in Obrecht County.
She is now Sister M. Frederick Anne and will spend a year of intensive study before receiving an assignment to either a domestic or foreign mission post of the order.
“We can certainly see Sister M. Frederick Annie [sic] being assigned to the Depths,” noted head Motherhouse Sister C. Lorrie Hyginus, aged 62. “Or maybe to the Desert. There seem to be some people that get lost out there,” the shapeless, corpulent mother superior noted.
Sister Anne was a 2008 graduate of Home Dump Hardware High School in Obrecht. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Steve Garvey, live at 68 Cannon Street. They have two cars and a garage.
GROUP CONTINUES PROTEST
A group of concerned citizens have entered their tenth day of protesting against the Gelsinger French Toast Club in Lankville Heights. The club advertises “adult entertainment.”
“We don’t want it in our town,” said head organizer Leonardette Folger, 46, of Lankville Heights. “It has been associated with a lot of crime in the area, the food is abominable, and they have live and filmed x-rated shows. This is a family neighborhood.”
Gelsinger, who owns 26 such clubs in Lankville and is also chairman of the Lankville Assembly of Birdwatching Enthusiasts said he was not concerned.
“I provide a service that people are willing to pay for,” noted the executive, who was placing a large protective cone over the shaft of a backyard birdfeeder. “I wouldn’t be much of a red-blooded Lankvillian if I didn’t seize that opportunity.”
Gelsinger suddenly dropped and then accidentally tread on the protective cone, crushing it nearly in half. A series of squirrels appeared shortly thereafter and devoured the feeder’s supply of seed.
“Do you see the fucking shit I put up with?” Gelsinger was heard to ask in consternation.
MENTAL PATIENTS ESCAPE
At least 36 dangerous mental patients escaped last night from the Plush Views Hills Hospital, sources are confirming.
“We were putting some gelatin into some little paper cups and somehow they escaped,” noted Warden Gwee Valencia, who gave a short press conference this morning. “We think they could be dangerous to the community although we’re still sorting through our brown accordian-style folders, trying to figure out who they are.”
Valencia, 43, will face a series of hearings today and could ultimately be dismissed by Plush Views Hills.
“Gwee is a good, compassionate man who should be given another chance,” said his wife Williamette, 39, judged to be about a 6 out of 10 by this writer. “It was a mistake that could have happened to anyone.”
Plush Views Hills had 310 inmates before the escape.
Talented Youth Makes a Town from Some Blocks of Clay
LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS, YES!
A talented youth has made a town out of some blocks of clay, sources were reporting early this morning. Lankville Daily News rushed right over to confirm the story at the request of our editors.
The adroit second-grader, whose name is Reggie Righetti, showed us the astonishing model in the library of the El Arroyo Bank of Del Lankville Elementary School in Pine County. We immediately called for a photographer to show the world little Reggie’s magnificent creation at the request of our editors.
“It’s supposed to be my street and my neighborhood, ” said Righetti, whose little lumps of shapeless clay were meant to represent houses and streets. Little Reggie and his teacher, Mrs. Brenda Lezcano, went on for hours about the dazzling creation and, at the request of our editors, we had to stay and listen.
“Reggie has always had a keen interest in architecture. I think he’ll be a city planner one day too!” said Lezcano, who somehow was able to divine the future from an aggregration of amorphous globs. “He even laid the roads out in a grid. So creative!”
At the request of our editors, this reporter discovered the type of clay used (Play, Fun!), the amount of time that Reggie has been modeling with clay (two months) and the occupation of his parents (father: accountant, mother: homemaker).
Although the information was not requested by our editors, this reporter walked around the perimeter of the building and noted the flora and fauna of the area, the type of mulch utilized on the playgrounds and the type of stones used outside the sewer runoff. And although they were not requested by our editors, this reporter collected samples wherever possible.
This reporter then headed straight to a nearby tavern to capture a little “local flavor”. But not before phoning this breaking story in immediately to the editors who will doubtless send it forth to an anxiously-awaiting public.
Museum Heist Nets Treasured Masterpiece
LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS YES!
In news unfolding early this morning, Lankville police have announced that a daring overnight museum heist has netted thieves the nation’s most valuable painting. Law enforcement officials are currently viewing surveillance footage from the Lankville Museum of Art but have no leads.
The painting, “In the Shadow of the Crucifixion” by modernist master Linda Ten Boom (1919-1962), depicts a kitten and a basketball. It has been viewed by countless Lankvillians and is valued at over $100 million.
“It’s a dark day for art lovers,” noted Detective Gee-Temple, who was the first to respond to the scene. “We believe that this heinous crime was carried out by some daring thieves as security is present everywhere in and around the museum,” added Gee-Temple, who asked that anyone with any information should contact him today between 12:30-2PM.
Art critic and historian BoVon Hayes, interviewed this morning while eating some bagels in a parking lot, was stunned by the theft.
“Ten Boom was a Lankville master and Crucifixion is her dies irae. A visual expression of her deep feelings about Lankville society in that time period. It is instantly recognizable.”
Police stated that no witnesses have stepped forward.
“We are hoping for something on the tapes,” added Gee-Temple, who seemed visibly shaken. “Unfortunately, many of the cameras were not positioned properly– were turned towards bathrooms or pointless alcoves or corners, away from any action that might have occurred on the floor. We’ll hope for some fingerprint, some fiber, something.”
An update is expected later this afternoon.
I’ve Been Thrown Into an Industrial Tire Shredder Before, I’ll Be Thrown Into an Industrial Tire Shredder Again
Yeah, I’m here to deliver a wake-up call to that clown that works over in Sector II. Guess what, buddy? I’ve been thrown into an industrial tire shredder before and I’ll be thrown into an industrial tire shredder again.
So, I’m at work yesterday, just minding my own business over by the single-pass M85 stationary shredder– just feeding tires into that baby and cracking some jokes with some of the other fellows. And this turd comes over totally out of the blue with two tires and he just throws them on in there. I said, WHOA, BUDDY! THEM MOTHERFUCKERS HAVE GOT TO BE AUTHORIZED BY YOURS TRULY, FIRST! He just looked at me awhile and then he asked what I was going to do about it. And I told him right then and there that I’d do whatever it took.
The next thing I know, we’re going at it and this jackass got a couple of good belly punches in and then, when I was bent over, he picked me up and threw me into the tire shredder. I couldn’t believe it none.
So, anyways, I just wanted to let that bastard ass know one thing– I’ve been thrown into an industrial tire shredder before and I’ll be thrown into an industrial tire shredder again.
The opinions of Dick La Hoyt are not necessarily the opinions of The Lankville Daily News




























































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