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Imagine yourself as Homer when you type.

Tell me, O Muse, of the man of many devices, who wandered full many ways after he had sacked the sacred citadel of Troy. Many were the men whose cities he saw and whose mind he learned, aye, and many the woes he suffered in his heart upon the sea, seeking to win his own life and the return of his comrades. Yet even so he saved not his comrades, though he desired it sore, for through their own blind folly they perished—fools, who devoured the kine of Helios Hyperion; but he took from them the day of their returning.

Imagine yourself as Simpson when you type.

Like I said earlier, this is a love story, and like a lot of love stories it doesn't have a happy ending.
I got out of the Bronco and the cops moved in. They gave me a few minutes in the house, a chance to freshen up, then took me downtown, to Parker Center. They booked me and took my prints and had me pose for a mug-shot. The flash blinded me, and I closed my eyes for a few seconds.

Hmm, I'm not sure which one has the right forumenger tone.