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1-623 [Frook 1, chapter 6.2, brick 3]

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 The freer suddenly noticed Chip and Squish walk into the bar, discussing some of the minor tweaking of the obscure new Frangles-reader "skipFron", which hadn't quite been perfected yet. As they spoke, the freer became aware from the flow of conversation that they perhaps had no intention of ever doing anything else but enhancing their nonlinear php scripts into a full galaxy-relevant operating system. An urgg at a bar--who had strangely always been there--had had enough of skipFron.
 "What about Blorkk?" the urgg asked. "Blorkk's been sitting there in a green limbo forever!"
 No one could answer because the freer was so freaked out that the urgg was speaking without an urgg accent, that some lazy friter must have been involved, making the freer fictional, which of course gave him quite an existial nihilistic crisis. The freer (that's you unless you're Chip or Jet or Squish) then fainted due to the dizzying mess of being inserted poorly into the text of Frangles itself (or maybe skipFron; the freer (that's you unless you're Chip or Jet or Squish) wasn't quite sure what the difference was)).

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