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Don't worry, Fred, the procedure is simple; if they talk about 'running with the big dogs', speak of their wages in Ks, enjoy Big Brother and other witless unreality shows, and witter on about their carbon footprint, they're aliens. If, on the other hand, they look like they're gurning when they try to express emotion, speak only in words of one syllable except for their one adjective 'f******', and talk of their motorised transport like women and their women like dirt, they're cro-magnon throwbacks. Those of us who wander through life looking puzzled and/or slightly distressed, read actual books instead of airport trash, don't give a flying f*** about cholesterol and scream abuse at news broadcasts, are homo sapiens sapiens, and one day will learn to teleport ourselves away from all the others. I hope...
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