02 December, 2006

I am picturing this:

Me, wearing a long white beard and long grey cloak, holding a sword and a wooden staff. I am standing in the hallway on the way to the dishroom. A cart is coming, and I slam the sword and staff into the ground, shouting, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

Does anyone know the folk tale about the guy that pushes the train back out of town? Anyway, I also might pull a that guy and push the cart back out of the dishroom and into the cafeteria. I guess that would be more straightforward.

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