The day began early, 11am sharp.
There was stirring in the living room, a groan, a creak, and the unmistakable
'pop' of a bottle of cheap Champagne. A rabble of unkempt folks began
to stir. They gathered in the kitchen and began to speak of breakfast.
It was the last day of the 20th century and the party had begun!
The television purred to life and informed us that the Y2K bug was nothing
but a hoax and we toasted along with Hong Kong at their hour of midnight.
Thus began an epic of debauchery almost unparalleled behind the doors of
the den of iniquity known as 646.
People began to arrive. Bidding good tidings
and providing food, champagne and cooking labor. The feast was underway.
Mr. Hahr ate his eggs straight from the pan. The eggs where lovely,
said he.
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