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Hey, does anyone here have enough Russian to help me out with some expletives in the Cyrillic alphabet? I have a picture that's crying out for a caption from Pulp Fiction, but since it concerns some Russian supernatural entities, I kind of wanted to do at least the bad word in the original language and alphabet...

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Dear lunch sellers:

Do NOT label it a chicken gyro if it's strips of chicken inna pita. I don't care how much tzatzikis you put on it. It ain't a gyro unless it's made from shaven strips of ground up meat mixed with spices out the yin-yang.

I will JUST BARELY accept frozen strips of prefab ground meat mixed with spices.

JUST.

*mutter*

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Peter looked as if he was about to start walking again; hesitantly, Arthur put up a hand. “Er- before we go any further-”

“Hm?”

“D'you mind if I ask you something, Dr. Venkman? It, er. . . might be a bit personal, but-”

“Hey, if it doesn't end up with me running around in robes and my skivvies, go ahead.”

Suddenly Arthur was immensely glad of his limited grasp of Muggle slang. “I should certainly hope not. No, this is about, ah. . . what you know.”

“Oh, you mean about you guys? Wizards and stuff?”

“Yes.”

Peter smiled, and this time it reached his eyes. “Funny you should ask, Art. Tell you what- I'll tell you how that happened if you give me the wizard-on-the-street story about what's going on around London, okay?”

WYGO? chapter 6 is under way in earnest.