“I am beginning to think my neighbors suspect I am undead... I must stand at my window in the moonlight and scat like Cab does so as to martial the forces that keep me bound to this plane of existence for a spell longer- but I see the locals staring at my house in the daytime... they know... anyhow, here's a movie. it's, like, really old- maybe 117 years or so. even older than a trip to the moon...”

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