>O: "Sukie, you are hexed!  Yes.  Booga booga booga!" ::The Ferret
>Oracle throws off her robe, rolls up her sleeves, and leans towards
>the moniter and with great effort leaning to and fro.  Waving her fingers
>in violent flutters, aiming jinxes, hexes, and curses at The Crandell.
>
> :: "Boooooooga booga wooga" ::
>
>The floor shakes and the computer rattles on the desk as the Oracle
>jumps up once and lands on her feet spread wide apart in a great show
>of power.  Then she spins on one foot, hopping, hopping, in circles she
>spins.  Then suddenly she stops and throws an invisable wammy to the
>moniter.:: "BOOGA!"
 
Er, Becca, please, could you get the Oracle out of her closet.  The
ceiling and my back both suddenly turned to velcro, and, well, it's a
little hard to type from up here.
[Posted in FML issue 4758]