It is I, Captain Zarathustra, with my eagle and my serpent; I accompany them because they are my demise.
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You are a sick man.
Posted by: A White Bear | October 28, 2007 at 08:34 PM
Yes, but my brother is a healthy man.
Posted by: ben wolfson | October 28, 2007 at 08:37 PM
His brother is Smoove B:
And Jacob said to Rebekah his mother, behold, Esau my brother is a hairy man, and I am a smooth man."
Or, in a more eloquent translation,
Toe sê Jakob vir sy moeder Rebekka: Kyk, my broer Esau is 'n harige man en ek is 'n gladde man.
Posted by: John Emerson | November 03, 2007 at 11:20 AM
And Smoove B is indeed a glad man.
Posted by: John Emerson | November 03, 2007 at 11:24 AM