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						Deep in the bowels of his cave, Bernardo carefully stirred<br>the contents of an iron cauldron.								
						Bubbling up from the weighty pot<br>was a concoction so malodorous the wizard could barely stand to<br>catch a whiff of it--let alone consider drinking some.								
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						"Is your noggin back to normal yet?" echoed the shrill voice of<br>Bernie's wife, Beatrix, throughout the cave's tunnels.								
						Bernardo<br>winced.								
						If there was one thing more repugnant to the sorcerer, than<br>the icky substance he brewed, it was her constant nagging.								
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						"Not yet!" he shouted in retort. "I'm almost ready to test this<br>batch.								
						Keep your voice down, or you'll cause another cave-in."								
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						"Ha!" replied Beatrix, as she appeared in the dank cavern.<br>								
						"Your crusty old wizard farts are much more likely to cause a<br>collapse, than the angelic melody of my beautiful voice."								
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						Bernardo stifled a phlegmy laugh--not wanting to give her<br>the satisfaction.								
						He continued to focus intently on his task.								
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						"I was thinking..." Beatrix continued.								
						"I know you really want<br>your regular head back.								
						But, it's so close to Halloween already.<br>								
						You might as well just keep it as a giant pumpkin until then.								
						That<br>way, you won't need a new costume this year."								
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						Bernardo paused for a moment to think.								
						Then, he leaned to<br>one side, and immediately let a loud, lengthy fart escape him--<br>telling his wife precisely what he thought of her suggestion.								
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