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Once upon a time there was a dead man. He had been dead for such a long time that he was beside himself when he found out. No sooner was there a chance to meet his maker than he made his escape. The stick got in other words a voiceless god stuck in his lumpy throat. Lack of fresh air was a timely excuse. And a handshake the ultimate giveaway to a pound of sound: only to be used to sober up.