> > OK, MY Smarties [NOT those mini- Sweet-Tart things. Knockoffs. Inferior quality. Humph.] are little round candies, maybe... seven cm in diameter [can't estimate very well, but you get the idea]. They are about the consistancy of chewable vitamins. They come in pastel colors and the outside rim is slightly in relief, or there is a dent in the middle, whatever. [Imagine circular sugar cubes, only less grainy and harder to disolve.]
>
> Heh! Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Brunnen-G? IT'S A CONSPIRACY. HER 'SMARTIES' ARE NOT WHAT *WE* WOULD CALL 'SMARTIES'. THE WICKED ALASKANS ARE TRYING TO HIDE SOMETHING OF MONUMENTAL IMPORTANCE FROM US. WHOOPWHOOPWHOOPWHOOPWHOOPWHOOP

Wicked Alaskans? Oh, the Lower 48 is in on this, too, I assure you. I mean... No.. really, it's not a conspiracy at all... at least, not a bad conspiracy. Please shut off that alarm, it's giving me a headache. Thank you. I mean, you won't think it's a bad conspiracy... not after the reeducation portion is compl... oops. Forget I said that, okey-doke?

> Curiously enough, I *do* know what Sweet-Tarts look like. They are little flattish sourish fruity pastilles which bears almost no ressemblance to the colourful, rounded, sugar-coated milk-chocolate Smartie candy shape found in the "rest of the world"...

Yeah, those are Sweet Tarts, now imagine them a lot smaller and less tart-- there you have *real* Smarties.

> Out with it, Chris. What are your people trying to hide from us? *shakes Chris violently*
> ;-)

No... nothing, really. [back, forth, back, forth] I shall never submit! [back, forth, side to side] Stooooopppppp! [back, forth, up, down, side to side] Yah hah! I know how to defeat you! [begins singing 'Father Abraham. Wolfspirit abruptly drops Chris, screaming, and runs out, hands securely clamped over her ears]

Yah hah!