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| Let's make a story. Add zero+ sentences for every commit: |
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| CHÄPTER 1: |
| It was a dark and blinky night; the rain fell in torrents -- except at |
| occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which |
| swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along |
| the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that |
| struggled against the elements. A hooded figure emerged. |
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| It was a Domo-Kun. |
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| "What took you so long?", inquired his wife. |
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| Silence. Oblivious to his silence, she continued, "Did Mr. Usagi enjoy the |
| waffles you brought him?" "You know him, he's not one to forego a waffle, |
| no matter how burnt," he snickered. |
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| The pause was filled with the sound of compile errors. |
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| CHAPTER 2: |
| The jelly was as dark as night, and just as runny. |
| The Domo-Kun shuddered, remembering the way Mr. Usagi had speared his waffles |
| with his fork, watching the runny jelly spread and pool across his plate, |
| like the blood of a dying fawn. "It reminds me of that time --" he started, as |
| his wife cut in quickly: "-- please. I can't bear to hear it.". A flury of |
| images coming from the past flowed through his mind. |
| |
| "You recall what happened on Mulholland drive?" The ceiling fan rotated slowly |
| overhead, barely disturbing the thick cigarette smoke. No doubt was left about |
| when the fan was last cleaned. |
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| There was a poignant pause. |
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| CHAPTER 3: |
| Mr. Usagi felt that something wasn't right. Shortly after the Domo-Kun left he |
| began feeling sick. He thought out loud to himself, "No, he wouldn't have done |
| that to me." He considered that perhaps he shouldn't have pushed so hard. |
| Perhaps he shouldn't have been so cold and sarcastic, after the unimaginable |
| horror that had occurred just the week before. |
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| Next time, there won't be any sushi. Why sushi with waffles anyway? It's like |
| adorning breakfast cereal with halibut -- shameful. |
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| CHAPTER 4: |
| The taste of stale sushi in his mouth the next morning was unbearable. He |
| wondered where the sushi came from as he attempted to wash the taste away with |
| a bottle of 3000¥ sake. He tries to recall the cook's face. Green? Probably. |
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| CHAPTER 5: |
| Many tears later, Mr. Usagi would laugh at the memory of the earnest, |
| well-intentioned Domo-Kun. Another day in the life. That is when he realized that |
| life goes on. |
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| $CHAPTER6 |
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| TRUISMS (1978-1983) |
| JENNY HOLZER |
| A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE CAN GO A LONG WAY |
| A LOT OF PROFESSIONALS ARE CRACKPOTS |
| A MAN CAN'T KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE A MOTHER |
| A NAME MEANS A LOT JUST BY ITSELF |
| A POSITIVE ATTITUDE MEANS ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD |
| A RELAXED MAN IS NOT NECESSARILY A BETTER MAN |
| NO ONE SHOULD EVER USE SVN |
| AN INFLEXIBLE POSITION SOMETIMES IS A SIGN OF PARALYSIS |
| IT IS MANS FATE TO OUTSMART HIMSELF |
| BEING SURE OF YOURSELF MEANS YOU'RE A FOOL |
| AM NOT |
| ARE TOO |
| IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED: TRY, EXCEPT, FINALLY |
| AND THEN, TIME LEAPT BACKWARDS |
| AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh LOT |
| I'm really tempted to change something above the line. |
| Reeccciiiipppppeeeeeesssssss!!!!!!!!! |
| PEOPLE SAY "FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION", BUT FAILURE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION. |
| WHAT GOES UP MUST HAVE A NON-ZERO VELOCITY |
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| I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves... |
| What could possibly go wrong? We've already ate our cake. |
| |
| Stand Still. Pause Clocks. We can make the World Stop. |
| WUBWUBWUBWUBWUB |
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| I want a 1917 build and you will give me what I want. |
| |
| This sentence is false. |
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| Beauty is in the eyes of a Beholder. |
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| I'm the best at space. |
| |
| The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him. |
| * |
| * |
| * |
| Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee; as for |
| the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is |
| madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down |
| into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in |
| the sunny spaces. And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge |
| is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is |
| still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar. |
| * |
| * |
| * |
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| I'm here to commit lines and drop rhymes |
| * |
| This is a line to test and try uploading a cl. |
| |
| And lo, in the year 2014, there was verily an attempt to upgrade to GCC 4.8 on |
| the Android bots, and it was good. Except on one bot, where it was bad. And |
| lo, the change was reverted, and GCC went back to 4.6, where code is slower |
| and less optimized. And verily did it break the build, because artifacts had |
| been created with 4.8, and alignment was no longer the same, and a great |
| sadness descended upon the Android GN buildbot, and it did refuseth to build |
| any more. But the sheriffs thought to themselves: Placebo! Let us clobber the |
| bot, and perhaps it will rebuild with GCC 4.6, which hath worked for many many |
| seasons. And so they modified the whitespace file with these immortal lines, |
| and visited it upon the bots, that great destruction might be wrought upon |
| their outdated binaries. In clobberus, veritas. |
| |
| As the git approaches, light begins to shine through the SCM thrice again... |
| However, the git, is, after all, quite stupid. |
| |
| Suddenly Domo-Kun found itself in a room filled with dazzling mirrors. As |
| Domo-Kun looked around, it realized that some of the mirrors were actually but |
| pale reflections of true reality. |
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| A herd of wild gits appears! Time for CQ :D |
| And one more for sizes.py... |
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| What's an overmarketed dietary supplement expressing sadness, relief, |
| tiredness, or a similar feeling.? Ah-Sigh-ee. |
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| It was love at first sight. The moment Yossarian first laid eyes on the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him. |
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| Cool whitespace change for git-cl land |
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| Oh god the bots are red! I'm blind! Mmmm, cronuts. |
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| If you stand on your head, you will get footprints in your hair. |
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| sigh |
| sigher |
| pick up cls |
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| In the BUILD we trust. |
| ^_^ |
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| In the masters we don't. |
| In the tryservers, we don't either. |
| In the CQ sometimes. |
| Auto-generated by git-eject-upstream (http://goo.gl/cIHsYR) |
| My sandwiches are like my children: I love them all. |
| No, really, I couldn't eat another bit. |
| When I hunger I think of you, and a pastrami sandwich. |
| Do make a terrible mistake every once in a while. |
| I just made two. |
| Mistakes are the best sometimes. |
| \o/ |
| This is groovy. |
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| SECRET ENDING: IT WAS _____ ALL ALONG! |