||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night." ||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Tuesday's chat log for September 07, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:45 PM and late as usual, it's Ben Bland, just back from Billville." Ben Bland: OCTOBERJEST... A rousting evening of benignly humorous comedy. Ben Bland: ...in Hollywood. Not far from the TV studio where we do the afternoon manatee. Ben Bland: Three nites. Don't miss it.
Ben Bland blinks eyes confusedly trying to decipher teleprompter. ||||||||| At 9:50 PM, Ben Bland vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 3:16 AM and RedPillTweeny bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| It's 3:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
