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The Ladies, gentlemen, and dearly departed sea creatures, and Frank, we're gathered here today

in remembrance of someone very special, someone we swore to protect, and someone we failed.

We're here today to honor Bob. Bob was someone who played an important

role in all of our lives. For those of us here in the Swatch Tower, he was a constant, a presence

that we could depend on. So today, rather than lamenting the fact that we're forced to say goodbye to

him, rather than focusing on the fact that our futures will have a Bob-shaped hole in them,

I thought it might be good for all of us to share a memory of our time with Bob,

so that we can linger for a few more moments on things as they were instead of as they will be.

Edda, would you like to go first?

Ah, yeah. Edda, I you like to go first? Uh, yeah.

Edda, I know it must be difficult, but it wouldn't hurt to focus on the task at hand here.

If she had any focus to spare, you'd think she'd have used her to get some of her stories right.

Am I right, Roger?

Oh, I'm sorry. Was anyone talking to you?

Go ahead, Edda.

Write a story about Bob.

Sad, dead Bob.

A tale of Bob.

Poor Bob who is dead.

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