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"The deputy opinion editors of Newsweek come cruisin' at very first light. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. Y'know, it's... kinda like ol' squares in a battle like, uh, you see in a calendar, like the Battle of Waterloo, and the idea was, a deputy opinion editor of Newsweek comes to the nearest man and that man, he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin', and sometimes the deputy opinion editor of Newsweek would go away... Sometimes she wouldn't go away."

"Sometimes that deputy opinion editor of Newsweek, she looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. Y'know the thing about a deputy opinion editor of Newsweek, she's got... lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes. When she comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'... until she bites ya. And those black eyes roll over white, and then... oh, then you hear that terrible high-pitch screamin', the subway floor turns red, and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces."