"Pac Man! Pac Man! Pac Man! Pac Man!"

The televisions in Walton's Hor-Ta-Order siren the latest slogan:

"Pac Man! Pac Man! Pac Man! Pac Man!"

Beeping beeping, louder, faster

Spinning by, a flattened lifesound:

"Pac Man! Pac Man! Pac Man! Pac Man!"

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Harry is running across his industrial wasteland hierarchy.

"We the temple: cold colt hands wash us."

The sign is unclear, silhouette meters spit along the sight of slightest deh-deh-fat.

"It's a code, Pac Man!"

The Thunder Twins enter Pac Man's relaxation handiset. His hands spin around the cuffs, malgie, malgie, malgie,

malgie, malgie, malgie, malgie.

To be continued...