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- How to get Free Cable
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- Doktor B0lliX N. Makari
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- Eleventh Hour Publishing
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- It's late at night, the lights are out and the dull white and black static
- of the television dances on the screen. Phredd sits and grimly watches the
- meaningless, squiggling patterns. This is the channel where Cinemax *should*
- be, but due to Phredd's thin and worn wallet, he must do with white noise.
- Later in the month, Phredd stays home from work and ignores his lithe,
- attractive girlfriend's pleas. He rushes to the television, leaving a
- spiralling trail of popcorn and cookie crumbs behind him. He is ready for the
- most incredible adventure of the year... his short period of *free* Cinemax,
- Disney Channel, HBO and The Movie Channel! He sits on the edge of his seat,
- watching Dumbo and Stallone... and when the week-end is over, he is reduced to
- a red-eyed static zombie once more.
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- "Aha," you murmur, "This sad tale of woe has been repeated many times
- over, and as I am neither rich nor an electronics genius, I cannot get free
- cable pay channels like HBO." But let us go back to poor Phredd's predicament.
- His nerves are frayed, as poor Phredd knows that tonight is his last night of
- movie enjoyment. Then, from the clinging shadows of night, Doktor Bollix steps
- forth and tips his black hat.
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- Phredd stumbles backwards and gasps in amazement, "I th-thought I locked
- the door!"
- "I entered via the window, eh wot?" Bollix mumbles, some sort of gummi
- candy peering from between his lips. Bollix stands beside Phredd's cable box
- after a few quick strides, and roughly yanks the lovingly attached cable in the
- back, plucking it free.
- "Aiiieeee! Schwarzenegger is gone! What have you done???" Phredd springs
- from the sofa, bruising his fragile skull and damaging the ceiling. "My cable!
- My life!" Moans Phredd.
- "Shut up and listen. When the cable company computers decide to give you a
- channel for free, they send a code to you via your cable, switching the channel
- 'on'. Thus it remains for a given duration, and when the time's up...."
- "No more Cinemax... <weep>"
- Bollix leans against a plant, "When time's up, they send another signal to
- your box, shutting the channel 'off'. However, if your cable box is
- disconnected for a few days, the 'off' signal never reaches it and the channel
- remains 'on'!" Bollix smiles. "And you don't pay a thing."
- Phredd's bleary eyes gaze upwards in wonder at Bollix. "Y-y-you mean... I
- get the Disney Channel, FOR FREE??" Bollix nods with a grin. "Wow! I shall
- never be sad again! no more late-night eyestrain! I can't believe it... "
- "Keep calm, Phredd."
- "How can I ever repay you?" a vibrant Phredd asks.
- "Just spread the word of "Bob". You just received a major imbuement of
- slack. Enjoy." Bollix wriggled back out the window, and disappeared with a
- faint "Praise Dobbs" echoing in the distance. And Phredd leaned back in his
- chair, relaxed and confident and watched the blank screen of the television as
- he waited for morining. A new morning in his new world of cable. Free cable.
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- A B0lliX spiel -- 5/24/91
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- Hail to Tamara. Enjoy Manhattan, and send me a card from Belgium when you go
- home! Greets to Aldebaran, who has no cable, and Lester who has it all, thanks
- to a properly placed paper-clip. (And yer father's a *cop*??)
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