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The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire... Twice last night, I had to switch off the oven in order to survive a fiery death. The first time, I thought something had gone bad in the flat - then I realised that she'd turned the gas on, but neglected to light the pilot light. In other words, the whole damn place was full of gas. Worrying. Good job I was too lazy to even light a cigarette at that point. The second time, she turned on the gas, lit the gas and then promptly fell asleep. I walked into the stiflingly hot kitchen and shut it off around 10.30pm. She woke up at 5.30am. I'm not sure if that was an attempt to cook me, or bankrupt me. For your idle amusement: The Government Bureau of Superheroics. OK, so it's plugging a book that'd be fun to read once and then have cluttering up your bookshelves, but the Combat Simulator is amusing, and the retro feel of the website is nice.
And the threat levels are a hell of a lot more plausible. Dave xx
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