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You wake up. You drink your OJ. It tastes funny and you feel a little queasy. 

You pass out for a little, and when you come to no-one wants to talk to you except for Bruce Willis. 

You stumble into The Improv Conspiracy theatre on Harold Night and watch one of the greatest and funniest performances you've ever seen. 

Are you dead? 

Are you in heaven? 

No. 

You've just been got by surfguy69@msn.com.