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I feel sorry for the Belgians

“It was beautiful you know, I mean, it was like, white but it was like you could see every wavelength, too. But not like, you know, one of those pyramids on the cover of Dark Side Of The Moon—“

“Prism.”

“Yeah. It was like they were all there at once. And then you could see, like, the world....”

“I feel sorry for the Belgians.”

“What happened to the Belgians?”

“Belgium caused a fatal exception and crashed.”

“Wait. What?”

“The whole country ran just fine for about fifteen minutes and then – blam – people started skittering and stuttering and next thing you know everyone in the country who isn’t actually Belgian is standing in Luxembourg of all places at 6:30 a.m. holding a piece of paper that says, ‘Belgium has caused a fatal exception at 00×3E18 and has stopped.’”

“No way.”

“So some people tried to get back in to get their luggage or whatever, one guy tried to get in because his wife was Belgian – he was Dutch – and the place just doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Oh, man.”

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