-RJ-

The scene: Chan and I out front, loading the last of his stuff into the apartment (at 1:30 AM).
Chan hands me a long metal object with grating on the sides and a flat base.
Me: "Ooh, the Ionic Breeze?"
Chan: "No, just a regular breeze."
This, like many things that really aren't that funny, sends me into a fit of laughter. I start to carry it upstairs, and Chan shouts from...

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