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Rusty Quill presents The Magnus Protocol Episode 35 Terms and Conditions Ethernet is a Layer 2 protocol in the OSI LAN model that uses frames governed by...

Ethina is a layer 2 protocol in the OSI LAN model that uses frames governed by CSMA-CD or CSMA-CA with VLANs using IEEE 802.1Q all of which is monitored by SNMP which is its... This is what you get! Going well? You've got to assert yourself with textbooks. It's the only way they'll respect you. I see.

I don't get it. I just don't. Most of it's not even words, it's just stupid tech noise. What are you even reading? I thought it might help. Makes sense.

A friend of mine used one to set up a podcast. Windows 95 was the closest I could find. Turns out they don't sell a bullshit ancient man-eating evil databases for dummies. That feels like an oversight. Yeah, well, it wouldn't make a difference even if I did have it. Colin wasn't even writing in English by the end, and what I can figure out... Let's just say he was a few rounds short of a hard drive. I don't think that works as a joke. Yeah, I know.

How's things your end? Not much better, honestly. Did some more digging into the Magnus Institute. And? Just more alchemy stuff. What, like lead into gold? Among other things. Seems like it was their big thing. But honestly, it feels like another dead end. Keep trying. Alice... Did you have any luck with Freddy?

Well, I did what you suggested, trawling old cases for anything familiar, and I did find something. Oh yeah? Yeah, but I don't know how helpful it's gonna be. HM Prison, Strangeways, Inmate Records. Entry PBEW-20-23-08-14-M69782-TM. Entry Reeves.

Parole Board for England and Wales Inmate M69782TM Hearing Date 14 August 2023 Site HM Prison Strangeways, Manchester Transcript as follows

Chair. Morning all. This hearing is convened as of 11:06 AM, Monday 14th August 2023 to consider parole for inmate M69782TM, Mr Terence Menke of Strangeways Prison, held on multiple counts of murder, along with various associated crimes and misdemeanours.

I am the panel chair, Mr. Obadiah Quint. To my left is our psychologist, Dr. Lindsay Harris. And to my right is Mr. Alan Stolas of the Elric Rehabilitation Initiative, our independent for today. Stolas, good morning. Chair.

We're also joined by Mr Menke's legal representative Ms Felika Ross along with Ms Chloe Leahy for the prosecution, Zana Beard as victim support and parole officer Connors Katsuge. Oh, and Rune Laverne is sitting in as stenographer for today. Thank you, Mrs Laverne.

"'Can I get confirmation from the panel before we proceed?' "'Harris.' "'Confirmed.' "'Stolas.' "'Looks good to me.' "'Chair.' "'Excellent. In that case, let's hear opening statements from you, Miss Ross, when you're ready.' "'Ross.' "'Thank you. I must clarify, however, that rather than seeking parole today, my client has, in fact, expressed a desire not to be released at this time.' "'Chair.' "'I see. I presume no objections to that, Miss Leahy?' "'Leahy.' "'None at all. I sues the crown.' "'Chair.'

"'And how about our advocate?' "'Beard.' "'We would have objected to any parole anyway.' "'Chair.' "'Understandable in the circumstances. "'In that case, does anyone have anything else to raise before we consult?' "'Harris.' "'I do.'

Since Mr. Menke's arrest in February of 2000, he has shown no remorse for his actions. In fact, in his most recent psychological evaluation, he was asked if he had any regrets. He replied, "'I hadn't finished yet,' Beard. "'Christ!' Harris. "'If that's how he views his crimes, then it seems odd to me that he would wish to remain incarcerated.' Ross."

i am given to understand that mr menke has been receiving threatening mail and fears acts of reprisal stolas there is a record of an investigation in his file leahy that's true but it was found that there was no credible threat

"'No.' "'Chair. Mr. Menke, you will speak only when directly addressed. Is that understood?' "'Katsuge.' "'It was just some kid's drawings.' "'Menke.' "'That's not it.' "'Chair. Mr. Ross, control your client or I will have him removed.' "'Ross.' "'My apologies.' "'Harris.' "'If I may?' "'Chair.' "'Proceed.' "'Harris.' "'Mr. Menke, could you please tell us who you believe has threatened you?' "'Chair.' "'You may answer the question, Mr. Menke.'

Menke. You won't believe me. Harris. Answer the question, Mr. Menke. Menke. I was sent to me by Mr. Bonzo. Katsuge. For Christ's sake. Beard. Oh, I'm sorry, but this is obscene. We cannot let this hearing be used to mock his victims and their families. Chair. Ms. Ross, any further disrespect from your client and he will be ejected from these proceedings. Am I understood? Ross. Of course. Stolas. Mr. Menke, could you tell us a bit more about your relationship with Mr. Bonzo?

Mr. Quint, will you please put a stop to this? Chair. Where are you going with this, Alan? Stolas. Please, humour me. Chair. Fine, but this is the last time, you understand? Answer the question, Mr. Menke. Menke. What would you like to know? Stolas. As much as you care to tell me. Menke. Okay. Mr. Bonzo used to be everywhere growing up. Like God. He was like God in a lot of ways, really. He was always there. Always had time for me.

He was dancing on the telly when Dad lost his job, singing on the radio when things got worse, and watching from the billboard outside when Mum topped herself. Dad liked to pretend he went to church, but I used to pray to Bonzo. And he'd just smile and wave like normal, but I knew deep down that he heard me. I remember he was making a huge omelette when I hammered Dad's head in. There were smashed eggs all over the studio. I remember laughing because it was just so funny. Both of us making such a mess.

Wasn't a real one, no, you know. Just kid stuff. I thought maybe he'd be proud of me. My first proper try wasn't much better, of course. I was still finding my feet. Barely had a costume. Just a mask, really, with these big wobbly ears. But you have to start somewhere, don't you? And when I looked on the TV that Saturday night, there he was as always. This time he was breaking violins and the audience kept yelling, ''Practice makes perfect!''

That was when I knew that he knew. And we both laughed and laughed as the audience cheered us on. Next one was much better. I did it with a Father Christmas costume I bought in Woolworths and I put down some pasty to catch the spray. I knew he was impressed because that Saturday he did a double length Christmas special. We could have gone on like that forever I think. My costumes weren't all that, not like his, but they didn't have to be. You just do your bonzo best. But then I went and spoiled it all for a stupid joke.

I wanted to surprise him for a change, really give him a giggle. And I guess maybe I thought I'd earned it. I spent ages on the costume, made it myself from scratch. None of that cheap kid's rubbish, I wanted it to be proper. But it was gonna be tricky. This time it wasn't enough to just do it, I needed people to see it happen. That way they'd think it was him and then I could take the mask off and he would realise it was me all along. He'd see me, he'd finally see me properly and we'd laugh and laugh and laugh.

I got it done easy enough. Don't really remember much about it, to be honest. Judge told me I used a crowbar and I don't think he'd lie about it. Anyway, everyone was screaming and running and I could barely stand for laughing and that was when the filth tackled me. I mean, what are the chances a couple of random coppers just happened to be walking by at that exact moment? But honestly, if anything, it just made the whole thing funnier.

I tried to stand and shake him off, but I couldn't stop laughing. Besides, the suit was really bulky and I couldn't really see very well. It was tight though. Tighter than it had felt when I put it on. I could barely breathe and it was slick inside. I must have been sweating buckets. Obviously, I didn't get to see Bonzo that night because I was locked up. I asked for a TV, but he just told me to shut up. I knew I'd get to see him eventually though. After all, he was Mr. Bonzo. He was everywhere.

Or at least he had been. But as the weeks went by, it was like he'd disappeared. He wasn't on the radio anymore. Wasn't on TV, and they took down his billboards. It was like everyone had decided to pretend he'd never existed. I honestly started to feel like I was going crazy. That was why I yelled at Mr Dickerson in the trial. I thought if anyone knew where he'd gone, it would be his best mate. But he just got angry and said horrible things about me. That was when I started to worry. What if he hadn't found it funny? What if he was insulted?

What if he was angry? I wanted to find him. To tell him I was sorry. To let him know I would never do anything to upset him. But that was when they put me here. I tried explaining it to him, but every time I did, I just ended up back in solitary. So eventually I just stopped trying. I did get some letters from fans at first, but that soon stopped. I don't know. It was weird. I don't think they wanted to talk about Mr. Bonzo at all.

Eventually I got used to being in here. It was not so bad at the end of the day. Didn't have much of a life outside anyway. But then the letters started again, only this time it wasn't from fans. At first I thought it was something from the lawyers, maybe to do with parole since I had my name and a number on the envelope, but the paper was yellow with orange flecks and it had a massive thumbprint on the corner in purple ink. I saw that and I knew who it was. Who it was from.

I was shaking so much I couldn't even open it. Just holding it felt like, I don't know, like blasphemy but the guards had already opened it so after a while I just peeled it apart and looked inside. It was an old Mr Bonzo car but I couldn't tell what type because everything was scratched off the front apart from his face which was staring up at me. I was so happy to see him after all these years, to finally be seen again but his face was wrong.

Instead of his happy googly eyes, these were fixed in place. Staring at me, and he went smiling. He looked angry. The cart was warped, so it took a moment to prise it open, but once I had, I found a message scored inside in childish letters with smudged purple ink. Just one line. Mr Bonzo's on his way. I wanted to tell someone, but last time I said his name, they put me in solitary, so kept quiet, didn't I?

The next one arrived a few weeks later. This one was larger and got a bit of attention when it came through. Looked like it was one of those big cards for a big birthday. The kind where someone's friends and family would be there. I didn't want to take it, but they insisted, so I carried it back to bed and opened it in there alone. Same paper, same purple ink on the envelope, even more smudged this time, and it was difficult to pull the card out as it was so bent as if it had been wetted then dried.

Mr Bonzo was there again, staring at me through the scratches on the cover with those fixed angry eyes. Bigger card meant I could see all the details and I could see Mr Bonzo weren't just angry, he was furious. I was trembling all over when I opened the card and found that child writing inside. He wants to stay. The last one came a few days ago. He was enormous. I had to sign a special form to get it and everything.

It felt like I was looking at one of those big charity cheques he used to give out and hit people over the head with and there was so much purple ink that it looked like he'd spilled paint. I needed help to pull the mangled card out and our hands were all covered in the ink which was somehow still wet. Almost all of it was destroyed leaving only those eyes and his huge mouth which was open, wide and

I didn't need to open it to know what was written inside, but the people helping insisted. The paper was gouged with the force that it had been marked. More stabbed than written, but I could still make out the words. "He wants to play with you." Since then I've been trying to stay in solitary as much as possible. It's better there. Thicker walls, stronger gates, but it won't help. I love Mr Bonzo with all my heart, but I don't think he likes me anymore. Mr Bonzo's on his way. He wants to stay.

He wanted to play with me.

Chair. Right. Well, uh, Ms. Ross, is any of this true? The cards, I mean? Ross. I'm not entirely sure. I was informed he'd received some strange mail, but nothing like that. Stolas. Thank you, Mr. Menke. That's all I needed to hear. Chair. Right. Well, in that case, Stolas, I would like to formally recommend Mr. Menke for referral to the Elric Rehabilitation Initiative as soon as possible. Chair. Alan. Chair.

Stolas. He's a perfect candidate, and I think we could do a lot with him. I'm sorry, but this is completely unacceptable. Leahy.

The Crown cannot condone this. No. Sit down, Mr. Menke. He's on his way. I warned you, Mr. Menke. He wants to play with me. Get him out of here. Watch out, he's got... Ross. Mr. Menke, what... Transcription ends due to interruption.

I'll tell you the same thing I told Sam. Some bureaucrat misfiled some paperwork a hundred years ago, and now we're just running out the clock every night, trapped in some weird overlooked legacy department. It's funny, I used to take comfort in that, knowing that we were on our own.

There must be patterns. Nope. What? No commonalities between cases? I mean, the system has, what, two or three thousand classifications? Some of them must come up more often, I guess. Sure, but they're all so precise.

Have you never tried to sort them into themes? Like darkness or disease or being buried alive or something? Why would I do that? Besides, I'd say being buried alive is pretty bloody specific. Okay, but not just literally buried alive. Metaphorically too. Like stuff about being crushed in a vice or in debt maybe.

I don't know what you want from me Celia. I've never noticed anything like that. Until recently it was just pointless admin all the way down. Speak of the devil. What now? Sorry? I'm a bit... Repressed? Stressed. Pull up a pew. What? Bump. Seat. Coffee? No. Thank you.

So, what happens now? This is pretty much it. Misery, company, etc. Right, so what is wrong? It's Lena's handover. I was able to recover some old emails, but they're not exactly helpful. No, not really. It's just going on and on about how important it is to balance the books. Alice, do you know if someone named William Price ever worked here? If he did, it was before my time. Hang on.

Bill Price. And he wants to balance the books. That's got to be a fake name, right? I don't know. There was this woman who worked at my local Barclays called Laura Money. Either way, I don't think they're actually talking about budgeting. Gwen, listen.

There's absolutely no shame in struggling with a new role. Exactly. Unless, of course, you just weaseled your way into it by betraying the one person who might actually have known what was going on and are now slowly going mad trapped in your office as everything collapses around us. In that case, there's probably quite a lot of shame. Good talk. Just a big steaming pile of shame. What? I don't think that was helpful. It helped me.

Ah, what the hell is... Teddy? Oh, er... Hi, Alice. Sorry. Good! That hurt! What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in weeks. There's been so much going on and... Er, you don't need to hear about that right now. Erm...

How've you been? What's with all the, er... Tech? I was going to say shattered effigies of 20th century hubris, but sure, let's go with tech. Yeah, it is a bit out of date, isn't it? You look like you're scrapping my primary school's computer room. It's just stuff for the new job, you know. You found something, then? Oh, yeah. Anything exciting? It's fine. Lots of fetching and carrying with a bit of tech support, but it pays all right.

How's stuff back at the old hordes? Honestly, pretty bad. You got out at the right time. New guy still holding up? He, uh, he moved on. That's a shame. I kinda liked him. Well listen, I should probably get going. Don't want to keep people waiting on their, uh, equipment. Oh yeah, of course. Look after yourself, Teddy. You too. Sure. I'm sorry. I'm on my way, okay? It won't happen again.

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Papa's Waffles. Sucre Bay do a range of exciting and unique fragrances you won't find anywhere else. They broadly fit into the following five categories. Classic scents that pass the test of time. Goth scents, for those who like it dark and mysterious. Witchy scents that are mysterious and potion-y. Nerdy scents, for all the self-professed nerds out there. And femme scents, the classically floral and sweet scents, but...

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