Sheepishly, the Saucepan Man nods to a nearby waiter, who brings over a tray and places a beer on the table.<P> <P>"One virtual beer for Thenamir, sir."<P>The waiter turns to go away, then pauses. With a wry grin on his face, he turns back, reaches onto his tray and places a large plate in front of the Saucepan Man.<P>"And one <I>massive</I> helping of humble pie for you, sir."<P>
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Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!
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