"Russians. Koreans. Wookies. Lego People.

"Russians. Koreans. Wookies. Lego People. Hicks! Burt Reynolds fans! Liposuction!" Suzan kept shouting clues. Mark stared in disbelief. She was the worst Superpassword partner

Mark tried to keep up. "Ambrosia?""Ennui?""Artichokes?" Suzan and Mark's time was up. It was the other players' Superpassword turn. "Black?""White?" They got in one. Mark fumed.

Suzan was the worst Superpassword contestant ever and she had to be HIS partner! Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was Swedish and couldn't speak French very well

He offered Susan some dried salted fish and a can of rotted herring. Suzan suddenly felt at home and the omega 3 from the fished helped her brain function. 128 bit passwords were

kinda fishy too, so Susan thought that the passwords might be good with a bit of anchovy paste. When she brought this up at the production mtg (for her cooking show),

she was met with stern silence. This was not a pizza crowd. They preferred ravioli stuffed with gunpowder and capers. Revolutionaries seldom make for accommodating diners, and so

"No substitutions!" hollered the waiter. It was then that they realized that all the food in the restaurant was actually pre-made and frozen! And made of tall white people!

They just took in in stride. "Well the least you could do is make sure it's fresh humans we're eating!" The waiter blushed, "Regulations, all people must cure for at least two week

in a briny marinade that must include jalapeno and habenero peppers. Depending on fat content, they might need nettles. Refer to your Human Curing Licence Regulations Book. Salton.