MARC BLANK: We need to start working on a new game.
DIMWIT FLATHEAD: It must have two hundred thousand rooms, four million takeable objects, and understand a vocabulary of every single word ever spoken in every language ever invented.
WIZARD OF FROBOZZ: Fantastic.
MONICA: Not on your life, flatbrain. Not with the crew of two-bit programmers we've got around this dump!
BLANK: I think we ought to analyze the situation.
SGT. DUFFY: With all due respect, sir, I don't think I can take the situation to the lab.
FROBOZZ: Fiddlesticks.
FLOYD: Enough talking! Let's play hider-and-seeker!
FLATHEAD: And it must be 600 thousand million billion megabytes and take up 37 truckloads of floppy disks...
BLANK: Maybe if we could start by settling on a genre.
GURTHARK-TUN-BESNAP: I don't know the word "genre."
BLANK: That is, fantasy, sci-fi, mystery...
MONICA: The only mystery around here is how you ever got to be VP, gnurd.
FLATHEAD: ...and the packages will be made of solid gold and platinum...
KRILL: I can't use multiple direct objects with the verb "made."
BLANK: Maybe we should schedule another meeting...
FROBOZZ: Friday.
New Zork Times; Winter 1984; page 4
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