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Ram-fication of Ravan-ous thoughts is what Dussehra all about.

What the hell was that?_ he asked no-one in particular. __id they ram us?___h _ negative, sir._ Marnetti offered, reading an instrumental assessment from his display, __t seems we were hit by some kind of pulse wave generated by their jump.___heir jump? _ You mean by arriving they nearly killed us?__arnetti nodded, continuing, __ange 0.5 kilometers, Captain. Holding steady. No recognized weapons activity.___amage report._ He ordered, feeling his way back into his seat, eyes glued to the viewscreen.__hield 2 down, 1 is buckling._ Pluddeman choked.__ower stable, all systems holding steady,_ Marnetti added, now rubbing some bruises.__ny communications?___othing, sir. Static on all frequencies.___hat are they doing?___othing, sir. Waiting maybe.___aiting, my ass!_ Dayne barked. __hey must be sizing us up!

The Fourth Crown Princess of the blue Cresent Islands had sixteen rituals to observe from the moment of waking to when she broke her fast.

Thousands of cars and a million guitarsScreaming with power in the air!We've found the place where the decibels raceThis army of rock will be thereTo ram it downRam it down!Straight to the heart of this town.Ram it down.Ram it down.Razing the place to the ground,Ram it down!

I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tradition. Not everyone is lucky enough to have been raised in a whiskey tango trailer park by a bow-legged female whose sole qualification for motherhood is a womb that happened to catch a sperm of a passing truck driver.