**TERRIFYING TALES FROM BBHQ** A Spooky Tail on All Hallows' Eve with Basil and The B Team

Happy Halloween fluffies

Welcome to BBHQ on this most spooky of spookiest days, and in true time-honoured BBHQ tradition, today we are sharing a rerun of our epically epic terrifying tale featuring lots of spooky stuff, including copious amounts of extra strong catnip, mind-bending cocktails formulated by Smooch, Snowie stuck up in the ceiling, plus 7 out of 10 B Team memfurs wearing the same costumes, yes we really are that original, and let's not forget the most terrifying thing, THE ZOMBIE CAT.

TERRIFYING TALES FROM BBHQ

A Spooky Tail on All Hallows Eve 

It had been a frosty day; the air was rather piquant with a fresh, zingy taste. We'd just finished decorating the bunker in the most spooktacular fashion, and even if I do say so myself, it looked as scary as the scariest place mew could ever imagine. White glistening cobwebs hung in thick swaths covering the walls and ceilings, bats dangled on invisible bungy cords, and there were pumpkins galore effurywhere.  

Spooky spectres glided along the bunker corridors wailing chillingly, and animated weird-wolves popped up and howled when mew least expected it.  The smoke machine was on overdrive, and a white, filmy mist swirled around rather hypnotically just above floor level.  Shocking shrieks and muffled bumps sounded through the comms systems and to be honest, I nearly jumped out of my fur several times. 

The Control Room had been transformed into the Halloween Hub, and all the pawty games were in place as an eerie bell tolled and a gruff voice announced:

'Get the pawty started!'

Parsley aka The Saucerer was bobbing for nip-laced apples. Posie aka The Mummy was lurching around unable to see due to a severe bandage malfunction.  Humphrey was wearing his invisibility suit and kept creeping on effurypurrdy, whispering in their ear in some strange foreign accent, "I'm vatching mew... muwahahahahahahaaaaa!"

Smooch, Amber, Fudge, Pandora, Melvyn and I all had the same idea and were dressed as witches and wizards. Parsley also was wearing a wizard's hat, but he claimed that he was a sorcerer! 

This was the reaction when four of us met in the corridor outside the Control Room.

**note to self, I need a new costume for next year**

Anyhoo, there we all were having a wail of a time; screaming like gurls while a sinister soundtrack played in the background, plus we were enjoying some rather strange brew that Smooch had concocted in the laboratory. He'd even made it in a cauldron for added effect and to be honest, I could have sworn at one point I saw a tentacle rise up out of the bubbling neon-green liquid, then sink below the mist-swirling surface, but he said, and I quote;

"Trust me! I know what I'm doing, here drink this!" 

I did have several reservations hurtling through my mind, such as;

really?

mew sure about that? 

it looks a funny colour! 

and why is it smoking like that? 

did I just see a tentacle in my drink?

But I thought what the heck and aftur several shots I found it rather entertaining when an eyeball appeared in my glass and stared right at me; it was like a surprise bonus, and we all laughed and laughed and laughed.

As the night progressed things did start to get a little outlandish, Snowie aka The White Phantom got tangled up in the suspension wires she'd rigged to her costume and hung upside down like she was trapped in some giant spider web and we just laughed and laughed and laughed.

In the middle of all this outlandish mayhem and hysterical laughter, the lights suddenly went out, and we were plunged into darkness. The inky pitch-black of a total power failure.

"Don't wurry," I laughed. "The backup generator will kick-in in a couple of seconds!"

Time ticked by, and we were all still sitting in the dark.

"Basil?" Smooch said bumping into me, then forcing another drink into my paw. "Why's the genny not wurking?"

"Ssssssshhhhh," Parsley hissed as we all giggled, too much nip and who-knows-what will do that to mew. "Do mew hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?" Posie said as she tripped over her bandages and landed with an ungainly thwump on the floor.

Scratch... scratch... scratch...

We all paused, listened and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

Scritch... scritch... scritch... 

"It's getting closer," Parsley said, sounding much sober than he had five seconds ago.

Scratch... scratch... scratch... 

We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

"DUDES!" Parsley said tersely; obviously, he hadn't had as much cauldron nip cocktails as the rest of us. "Something is coming down the corridor!"

Scrape... scratch... scritch... scrape... scratch... scritch...

We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

I suddenly heard a sickeningly soft hiss, and it made my fur bristle in all kinds of disturbing ways, or maybe that was the cauldron nip, at this point I couldn't be sure for sure.

"Guys, was that one of mew?" I asked as my highly honed senses suddenly burst into life and began to eke out in the darkness. "Do mew smell that? It's rank, fetid and has a rather old dead odour..."

Amber took huge offence to this and said rather snappishly. "No, I haven't been eating eggs again!"

"No, not mew," I said.

Scrape... scratch... scritch... scrape... scratch... scritch...

"Basil," Humphrey whispered in my ear, his cold breath making my ear-fur tremble and I nearly screamed.  Only just managing to swallow down my shriek Humphrey continued. "I'll go check. I've got my night vision goggles on plus I'm invisible, stay here dude."

"Great idea," I said, pushing him towards to door.

I could feel my fur-sibs draw closer towards me, and Smooch whispered. "Do mew guys have any weapons?"

I heard the distinct clicks of several safety's being slid off in the dark, and heard the collective reply of. "Of course we've got weapons!"

There was a light tap on my shoulder, and Humphrey hissed. "Basil, dude... I don't know how to say this..."

"Say what?" I asked with much trepidation, feeling the sudden pump of adrenaline flood through my body like an icy-wave crashing on the beach.

"There's a zombie cat in the bunker, and it's lurching this way!" Humphrey gulped.  

The lights suddenly came on.

Amber screamed, and then we all screamed and screamed and screamed!

And then the lights went out again!

**And Cut**

Happy Meowoleen guys, enjoy the Trick or Treating if mew're able to participate this year and be safe out there.

We'll be back on Wednesday with our usual Midweek News, so we do hope to see mew then.   

In the meantime have an epically spooky Halloween.

Supurr spooky purrs

Wing Commander and The B Team 

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Happy Halloween and Spooky Story Time at BBHQ

Spooky Caturday Greeting Epic pals

Halloween wouldn't be Meowoleen without us sharing our spooky little tale from way, way, way back in 2016, so in true BBHQ Tradition let the spookfest begin.

And if mew missed our Halloween Crafting with Cats post earlier featuring Gordon the Ghost, do check it out, click the link here to visit.

is here and are mew ready for a chilling little tail, or we should say tale... muwhahahahahaha

A Spooky Tail on All Hallows' Eve 

It had been a frosty day; the air rather piquant with a fresh, zingy taste.  We'd just finished decorating the bunker in the most spooktacular fashion, and even if I do say so myself, it looked as scary as the scariest place mew could effur imagine.  White glistening cobwebs hung in thick swaths covering the walls and ceilings, bats dangled on invisible bungy cords, and there were pumpkins galore were effurywhere.  

Spooky spectres glided along the bunker corridors wailing chillingly, and animated weird-wolves popped up and howled when mew least expected it.  The smoke-machine was on offurdrive, and a white, filmy-mist swirled around rather hypnotically just above floor level.  Shocking shrieks and muffled bumps sounded through the comms systems and to be honest, I nearly jumped out of my fur several times. 

The Control Room had been transformed into the Halloween Hub, and all the pawty games were in place as an eerie bell tolled and a gruff voice announced:

'Get the pawty started!'

Parsley aka The Saucerer was bobbing fur nip-laced apples.  Posie aka The Mummy was lurching around unable to see due to a severe bandage malfunction.  Humphrey was wearing his invisibility suit and kept creeping on effurypurrdy, whispering in their ear in some strange foreign accent, "I'm vatching mew... muwahahahahahahaaaaa!"

Smooch, Amber and I all had the same idea and were dressed as witches and warlocks. [note to self, I need a new costume for next year]

Anyhoo, there we all were having a wail of a time; screaming like gurls while a sinister sound-track played in the background, plus we were enjoying some rather strange brew that Smooch had concocted in the laboratory.  He'd even made it in a cauldron for added effect and to be honest, I could have sworn at one point I saw a tentacle rise up out of the bubbling neon-green liquid, then sink below the mist-swirling surface, but he said, and I quote;

"Trust me! I know what I'm doing, here drink this!" 

I did have several reservations hurtling through my mind, such as;

really?

mew sure about that? 

it looks a funny colour! 

and why is it smoking like that? 

did I just see a tentacle in my drink?

But I thought what the heck and aftur several shots I found it rather entertaining when an eyeball appeared in my glass and stared right at me; it was like a surprise bonus, and we all laughed and laughed and laughed.

As the night progressed things did start to get a little outlandish, Snowie aka The White Phantom got tangled up in the suspension wires she'd rigged to her costume and hung upside down like she was trapped in some giant spider web and we just laughed and laughed and laughed.

Mid all this hysterical laughter the lights suddenly went out, and we were plunged into darkness.  The inky pitch-black of a total power failure.

"Don't wurry," I laughed. "The back-up generator will kick-in in a couple of seconds!"

Time ticked by, and we were all still sat in the dark.

"Basil?" Smooch said bumping into me, then forcing another drink into my paw. "Why's the genny not wurking?"

"Ssssssshhhhh," Parsley hissed as we all giggled, too much nip and who-knows-what will do that to mew. "Do mew hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?" Posie said as she tripped offur her bandages and landed with an ungainly thwump on the floor.

Scratch... scratch... scratch...

We all paused, listened and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

Scritch... scritch... scritch... 

"It's getting closer," Parsley said, sounding much sober than he had five seconds ago.

Scratch... scratch... scratch... 

We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

"DUDES!" Parsley said tersely; obviously, he hadn't had as much cauldron nip as the rest of us. "Something is coming down the corridor!"

Scrape... scratch... scritch... scrape... scratch... scritch...

We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

I suddenly heard a sickeningly soft hiss, and it made my fur bristle in all kinds of disturbing ways, or maybe that was the cauldron nip, at this point I couldn't be sure for sure.

"Guys, was that one of mew?" I asked as my highly honed senses suddenly burst into life and began to eke out in the darkness. "Do mew smell that? It's rank, fetid and has a rather old dead odour..."

Amber took huge offence to this and said rather snappishly. "No, I haven't been eating eggs again!"

"No, not mew," I said.

Scrape... scratch... scritch... scrape... scratch... scritch...

"Basil," Humphrey whispered in my ear, his cold breath making my ear-fur tremble and I nearly screamed.  Only just managing to swallow down my shriek Humphrey continued. "I'll go check, I've got my night vision goggles on plus I'm invisible, stay here dude."

"Great idea," I said, pushing him towards to door.

I could feel my fur-sibs draw closer towards me, and Smooch whispered. "Do mew guys have any weapons?"

I heard the distinct clicks of several safety's being slid off in the dark, and heard the collective reply of. "Of course we've got weapons!"

There was a light tap on my shoulder, and Humphrey hissed. "Basil, dude... I don't know how to say this..."

"Say what?" I asked with much trepidation, feeling the sudden pump of adrenaline flood through my body like an icy-wave crashing on the beach.

"There's a zombie cat in the bunker, and it's lurching this way!" Humphrey gulped.  

Amber screamed, then we all screamed and screamed and screamed!

**And Cut**

Happy Meowoleen guys, enjoy the Trick or Treating if mew're able to participate this year ~ be safe out there ~  sadly our little county, Nottinghamshire got locked down yesterday for the next few weeks due to covid-19.

We'll be back on the morrow with our usual selfies post, so we do hope to see mew then.   

In the meantime have an epically epic weekend.

Supurr spooky purrs

Wing Commander and The B Team xx

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND SPOOKY STORY TIME FROM BBHQ & THE WINNER OF AMBER & PANDORA'S BIRTHDAY GIVE-AWAY

Supurr spooky greetings pawesome pals

Well if mew hadn't noticed it's Halloween! MOL

MUWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAAHAHAHAHA!



And before get to spooky story time, we're announcing the winner from Amber's and Pandora's Birthday Give-Away

We randomly picked the winner, drum-roll purrlease...

and 

THE WINNER IS:

Pipo

from Meezer's Mews & Terrieristical Woofs

WOOO HOOO CONCATULATIONS DUDE!

and because we're feeling in supurr fluffy kind of mood, we decided to add 5 mini runner up prizes and the next 5 names out of the hat were...

Timmy TomCat

Zoolatry

Sandee

Crystal & Daisy Mai

Feline Opines

WOO HOO many concatulations guys, purrlease email us your snail mail address at your earliest convenience:

deardrbasil @ gmail . com

and we'll get the epically epic goodie bag and surprise runner-up prizes sent asap!

And just before we pop off, Halloween wouldn't be Meowoleen without us sharing our spooky little tail from way back in 2016

is here and are mew ready fur a chilling little tail, or we should say tale... muwhahahahahaha

A Spooky Tail on All Hallows' Eve 

It had been a frosty day; the air rather piquant with a fresh, zingy taste.  We'd just finished decorating the bunker in the most spooktacular fashion and even if I do say so myself, it looked as scary as the scariest place mew could effur imagine.  White glistening cobwebs hung in thick swaths covering the walls and ceilings, bats dangled on invisible bungy cords, pumpkins galore were effurywhere.  Spooky specters glided along the bunker corridors wailing chillingly and animated weird-wolves popped up and howled when mew least expected it.  The smoke-machine was on offurdrive and a white filmy mist swirled around rather hypnotically just above floor level.  Shocking shrieks and muffled bumps sounded through the comms systems and to be honest I nearly jumped out of my fur several times. 

The Control Room had been transformed into the Halloween Hub and all the pawty games were in place as an eerie bell tolled and a gruff voice announced:

'Get the pawty started!'

Parsley aka The Saucerer was bobbing fur nip-laced apples.  Posie aka The Mummy was lurching around unable to see due to a bandage malfunction.  Humphrey was wearing his invisibility suit and kept creeping on effurypurrdy, whispering in their ear in some strange foreign accent, "I'm vatching mew... muwahahahahahahaaaaa!"

Smoochie, Amber and I all had the same idea and were dressed as witches and warlocks. [note to self, I need a new costume fur next year]

Anyhoo, there we all were having a wail of a time; screaming like gurls while a sinister sound-track played in the background, plus we were enjoying some rather strange brew that Smoochie had concocted in the laboratory.  He'd even made it in a cauldron fur added effect and to be honest I could have swore at one point I saw a tentacle rise up out of the bubbling neon-green liquid, then sink below the mist-swirling surface, but he said and I quote;

"Trust me! I know what I'm doing, here drink this!" 

I did have several reservations hurtling through my mind, such as;

really?

mew sure about that? 

it looks a funny colour! 

and why is it smoking like that? 

did I just see a tentacle in my drink?

But I thought what the heck and aftur several shots I found it rather entertaining when an eyeball appeared in my glass; it was like a surprise bonus and we all laughed and laughed and laughed!

As the night progressed things did start to get a little outlandish, Snowie aka The White Phantom got tangled up in the suspension wires she'd rigged to her costume and hung upside down like she was trapped in some giant spider web and we just laughed and laughed and laughed!

Mid all this hysterical laughter the lights suddenly went out and we were plunged into darkness.  The inky pitch-black of a total power failure.

"Don't wurry," I laughed. "The back-up generator will kick-in in a couple of seconds!"

Time ticked by and we were all still sat in the dark.

"Basil?" Smooch said bumping into me then forcing another drink into my paw. "Why's the genny not wurking?"

"Ssssssshhhhh," Parsley hissed as we all giggled, too much nip and who-knows-what will do that to mew. "Do mew hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?" Posie said as she tripped offur her bandages and landed with an ungainly thwump on the floor.

Scratch... scratch... scratch...

We all paused, listened and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

Scritch... scritch... scritch... 

"It's getting closer," Parsley said, sounding much sober than he had five seconds ago.

Scratch... scratch... scratch... 

We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

"DUDES!" Parsley said tersely, obviously he hadn't had as much cauldron nip as the rest of us. "There's something coming down the corridor!"

Scrape... scratch... scritch... scrape... scratch... scritch...

We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

I suddenly heard a sickeningly soft hiss and it made my fur bristle in all kinds of disturbing ways, or maybe that was the cauldron nip, at this point I couldn't be sure fur sure.

"Guys, was that one of mew?" I asked as my highly honed senses suddenly burst into life and began to eek out in the darkness. "Do mew smell that? It's rank, fetid and has a rather old dead odour..."

Amber took huge offence to this and said rather snappishly. "No I haven't been eating eggs again!"

"No not mew," I said.

Scrape... scratch... scritch... scrape... scratch... scritch...

"Basil," Humphrey whispered in my ear, his cold breath making my ear-fur tremble and I nearly screamed.  Only just managing to swallow down my shriek Humphrey continued. "I'll go check, I've got my night vision goggles on plus I'm invisible, stay here dude."

"Great idea," I said pushing him towards to door.

I could feel my fur-sibs draw closer towards me and Smooch whispered. "Do mew guys have any weapons?"

I heard the distinct clicks of several safety's being slid off in the dark and heard the collective reply of. "Of course we've got weapons!"

There was a light tap on my shoulder and Humphrey hissed. "Basil, dude... I don't know how to say this..."

"Say what?" I asked with much trepidation, feeling the sudden pump of adrenaline flood through my body like an icy-wave crashing on the beach.

"There's a zombie cat in the bunker and it's lurching this way!" Humphrey gulped.  

Amber screamed, then we all screamed and screamed and screamed!

**And Cut**

Happy Meowoleen guys, enjoy the Trick or Treating ~ be safe out there ~ and  Amber be back on the morrow with another fab book paw-picked just for mew and she's got some epically epic exciting news to share too, in fact she's almost imploding with excitement, so be early! MOL 

Until then

Bestest spooky purrs

Wing Commander and The B Team xx

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Halloween Special & Colouring with Cats #4 ~ Getting Your OM on [fur about 5 minutes]

Spooky greetings freaktastic furriends



Before we begin, we so loved stopping by your blogs yesterday and seeing all the amazing selfies, mew are all so pawesome!! Muwahahahahahahaaaaa!!! MOL MOL

As mew know we started our colouring with cats a few weeks ago, so don't think we're going to deprive mew of getting your zen harmonies happening and your OM on today, howeffur as it's Halloween we feel it most necessary to add a little mystery and a bit of a supurr-natural flavour to the proceedings...

So keep reading and enjoy the fun...

Here's this weeks colouring page, obviously we didn't make this one, the P.A. ran out of time this week and so we found this free one instead from www.hative.com - Just right click the image to save and print it...

Here's the P.A.'s finished effort:

Coloured using Sharpies fine nib markers.

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If mew feel like sharing your peeps pawesome artwurk feel free to post it on our Facebook page:

Bionic Basil & The Heathen Hoard @Facebook

as we'd really love to see your interpretation of today's picture.

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is here and we're ready fur a chilling little tail, or we should say tale... muwhahahahahaha

A Spooky Tail on All Hallows' Eve 

It had been a frosty day, the air rather piquant with a fresh, zingy taste.  We'd just finished decorating the bunker in the most spooktacular fashion and even if I do say so myself, it looked as scary as the scariest place mew could effur imagine.  White, glistening cobwebs hung in thick swaths covering the walls and ceilings, bats dangled on invisible bungy cords, pumpkins galore were effurywhere. Spooky specters glided along the bunker corridors wailing chillingly and animated weird-wolves popped up and howled when mew least expected it.  The smoke-machine was on offurdrive and a white filmy mist swirled around rather hypnotically just above floor level.  Shocking shrieks and muffled bumps sounded through the comms systems and to be honest I nearly jumped out of my fur several times. 

The Control Room had been transformed into the Halloween Hub and all the pawty games were in place as an eerie bell tolled and a gruff voice announced:

'Get the pawty started!'

Parsley aka The Saucerer was bobbing fur nip-laced apples.  Posie aka The Mummy was lurching around unable to see due to a bandage malfunction.  Humphrey was wearing his invisibility suit and kept creeping on effurypurrdy, whispering in their ear in some strange foreign accent, "I'm vatching mew... muwahahahahahahaaaaa!"

Smoochie, Amber and I all had the same idea and were dressed as witches and warlocks. [note to self, I need a new costume fur next year]

Anyhoo, there we all were having a wail of a time, screaming like gurls while a sinister sound-track played in the background, plus we were enjoying some rather strange brew that Smoochie had concocted in the laboratory.  He'd even made it in a cauldron fur added effect and to be honest I could have swore at one point I saw a tentacle raise up out of the bubbling neon-green liquid, then sink below the mist-swirling surface, but he said and I quote;

"Trust me! I know what I'm doing, here drink this!" 

I did have several reservations hurtling through my mind, such as;

really?
mew sure about that? 
it looks a funny colour! 
and why is it smoking like that? 
did I just see a tentacle in my drink?

But I thought what the heck and aftur several shots I found it rather entertaining when an eyeball appeared in my glass, it was like a surprise bonus and we all laughed and laughed and laughed!

As the night progressed things did start to get a little outlandish, Snowie aka The White Phantom got tangled up in the suspension wires she'd rigged to her costume and hung upside down like she was trapped in some giant spider web and we just laughed and laughed and laughed!

Mid all this hysterical laughter the lights suddenly went out and we were plunged into darkness.  The inky pitch-black of a total power failure.

"Don't wurry," I laughed. "The back-up generator will kick-in in a couple of seconds!"

Time ticked by and we were all still sat in the dark.

"Basil?" Smooch said bumping into me then forcing another drink into my paw. "Why's the genny not wurking?"

"Ssssssshhhhh," Parsley hissed as we all giggled, too much nip and who-knows-what will do that to mew. "Do mew hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?" Posie said as she tripped offur her bandages and landed with an ungainly thwump on the floor.

Scratch... scratch... scratch...

We all paused, listened and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

Scratch... scratch... scratch... 

"It's getting closer," Parsley said, sounding much sober than he had five seconds ago.

Scratch... scratch... scratch... 

We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

"DUDES!" Parsley said tersely, obviously he hadn't had as much cauldron nip as the rest of us. "There's something coming down the corridor!"

Scrape... scratch... scratch... scrape... scrape...

We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

I suddenly heard a sickeningly soft hiss and it made my fur bristle in all kinds of disturbing ways, or maybe that was the cauldron nip, at this point I couldn't be sure fur sure.

"Guys, was that one of mew?" I asked as my highly honed senses suddenly burst into life and began to eek out in the darkness. "Do mew smell that? It's rank, fetid and has a rather old dead odour..."

Amber took huge offence to this and said rather snappishly. "No I haven't been eating eggs again!"

"No not mew," I said.

Scrape... scratch... scratch... scrape... scrape...

"Basil," Humphrey whispered in my ear, his cold breath making my ear-fur tremble and I nearly screamed.  Only just managing to swallow down my shriek Humphrey continued. "I'll go check, I've got my night vision goggles on plus I'm invisible, stay here dude."

"Great idea," I said pushing him towards to door.

I could feel my fur-sibs draw closer towards me and Smooch whispered. "Do mew guys have any weapons?"

I heard the distinct clicks of several safety's being slid off in the dark and heard the collective reply of. "Of course we've got weapons!"

There was a light tap on my shoulder and Humphrey hissed. "Basil, dude... I don't know how to say this..."

"Say what?" I asked with much trepidation, feeling the sudden pump of adrenaline flood through my body like an icy wave crashing on the beach.

"There's a zombie cat in the bunker and it's lurching this way!" Humphrey gulped.  



Amber screamed, then we all screamed and screamed and screamed!

**And Cut**

We do hope mew've enjoyed our little Halloween story!

Stay safe furriends, stay indoors and don't make our mistake, LOCK THE DOOR!

Bestest SCREAMING Meows and WAILING Purrs

Basil and Co xox

Muwhahahahahaaaaaaaaahahahahaaaaaaaaa

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