fortune cookies. after a terrific tasting meal of Chicken Lo Mein there's always that final fortune cookie that comes with the bill. just sitting on top. pleading with you to not lose heart in the decency of mankind just because foreign food is such a massive expense, and easing the pain of your financial loss with a cliche one liner scribled on that slip of paper. emploring you to leave with a smile of contemptment as you pass the aquarium filled with large orange fish. and out the door. what about those numbers on the back, eh?..they're probably an access code. if i walk two blocks over than cut accross the parking lot i can get to the cleaner's before they close..
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please enter your nine digit security clearance--that automated voice always made his skin crawl. and besides, he didn't have time to wait for the recording to finish, this was earth shatering. he pounded his security code into the keypad then pressed pound-star-one-six-star and waited for someone to answer.
"yes, hullo Control? It's Higgins. you know how i was telling you about project 4tune? Someone's on to us. ...Yessir i'll get the warrent first thing."