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You suddenly realize there is no such person as Oscar Wilde. The Clinja at the desk squints and gives you a piercing look, sensing your lie. He/she and-or it squeezes his/hers and-or its rubber nose and acid shoots out of the flower pinned to the striped jump suit. You scream as your eyes melt out of your head.

you have been 86'ed