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I mugged the mailman today. I sorted through his pockets, that durned endless sack, all the mailboxes in a three-block radius and that stupid boxy white truck.
No RAM! (A bunch of police cars though. With blinkey lights.)
Is it stealth-ram? Perhaps it’s RAM made of air? Is it cloaked, shifted slightly out of phase with our plane of existance RAM?! Is it click your fraggin’ heels three times and come to me RAM? Oh, I know, better yet the RAM is probably just SHY!
Grrrr…. sonufa… wait, I think I hear… no. No RAM. Hey, what’s that? Nope. No Ram again. Or that? No ram either.
ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
(Starts writing letter to OCZ CEO)
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