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Spud Rogen picked a large hunk of gefilte fish from between his healthy kike teeth.

"Oy," the little Hebe thought, "I hope that wasn't there during last evening's hora!"

He straightened his tie and walked out the door, air-kissing the mezuzah as he passed the threshhold. Then, thinking the better of it, he turned around. Darting his shifty eyes this way and that, the little mockey made sure no one was watching. Satisfied, Rogen opened the hinged mezuzah casing, revealing a digital keypad.

"Now, what was that combination again," the little vermin wondered.

He rolled up his left shirt sleeve and squinted at the tattoo on his wrist: 7653739332.

Hunching over, Rogen typed the numbers onto the keypad (he really did look like a cockroach when viewed from behind!).

As soon as the last digit had been entered, a MIDI rendition of "Hava Nagila" chimed softly, and a yarmalke-shaped trapdoor anussed open on Rogen's foyer floor. He closed the door behind him and descended the spiral stairs, removing a small, yellow envelope from the secret pocket of his pinstripe suit jacket.

to be continued....

Date Written: December 16, 2002
Author: qualcomm
Average Vote: 5