Ah! A herring sandwich! I like herring sandwiches.
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reaches down to scoop up the herring sandwich *
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stands up, drops herring sandwich *
Ah! A herring sandwich! I like herring sandwiches.
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You can’t fool me, 'cause I’m a moron!
(Sounds like you’re a computer programmer.)
Sounds like a porn movie to me.
Sounds like he works for the MISPWOSO.
Thank gaw I’m not alone in my universe. Today’s been the sort of day that typically ends with me smacking myself in the head with a broomstick in an effort to relieve myself of the burden of consciousness.
Ah, the “Maybe I Should Pronounce With Only Some Of these damn initial letters.” How could I forget!
Maximegalon Institute of Slowly and Painfully Working Out the Surprisingly Obvious, actually.
I memorized that damned book, and I still don’t remember that that gag. Oh Belgium, man…
Well. sniff That was gratuitous, Vunderbob. Trying for a Rory, are we? 
I was obviously so traumatised by my one reading of the book in question that I remember none of it, and certainly not herring sandwiches (although it put me in mind of a mattress, so I was in the right ballpark). I did memorise all the previous books (and other media), though.
It does sum up my life, though. I know I’m in a loop, but there is no exit condition…
Si
FWIW, the device name on my smartphone is Marvin The Paranoid.
you have to remember to pick up the pile of junkmail, so you can get your babelfish later, thorugh…
Yes bartleby, and although it’s not obvious one must also put one’s towel over the drain lest the fish escape. But I think that all applies to a parallel universe.
You must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest…with a herring sandwich!
And don’t forget the pile of mail to distract the cleaning robot.
And your Tea and No Tea, just put it in the Thing your Aunt Gave You but You Don’t Know What It Is…