Fortune Linuxando

• fortune@linuxando~ $fortune -m people | cowsay

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Rincewind looked down at him and grinned slowly. It was a wide, manic, and

utterly humourless rictus. It was the sort of grin that is normally

accompanied by small riverside birds wandering in and out, picking scraps

out of the teeth.

 -Terry Pratchett, "The Lure of the Wyrm"

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