| Franz:  | 
    Hello Pilgrim, I am Franz and my spiked-out friend here is Hans. We are the Protector Guardians for the Temple of the All-knowing Dress. We welcome you on behalf of Her Holiness, The Perfect Dress. | 
  
  
    
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    |  Hans: | 
     Give us all your money. It will help your karma. | 
  
  
    
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    | Franz:  | 
    Now Hans, be nice, you'll scare our guest. | 
  
  
    
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    | Hans: | 
    Pilgrim, you're not a wimp are you? Of course not. Anyway, it's our job to prepare you for your meeting with the Garment Goddess. | 
  
  
    
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    | Franz:  | 
    Hans, those are the first civil words I have heard out of you in weeks. My dear pilgrim, you must have made a good impression on Hans. Well, we don't know much about you but you must be a true fashion devotee. Otherwise how could you have reached the Temple where fashion and religion truly become one. | 
  
  
    
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    | Hans: | 
    Or maybe your Guardian Angel hates your wardrobe. | 
  
  
    
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    | Franz:  | 
    This is a distinct possibility. Anyway, you are probably here to ask Her Holiness a question. She is usually most accomodating but she has asked us to relay one request... | 
  
  
    
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    | Hans:  | 
    Yea, give us all your money. | 
  
  
    
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    | Franz:  | 
    As I was trying to say, Her Holiness, The All-knowing Dress, would like for you to please read "The Gospel of the Perfect Dress." Her Holiness feels it will give you a bit of background which seems to be necessary since most of our visitors arrive quite confused.  | 
  
  
    
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    | Hans:  | 
    Yeah, like people say, "Divine dress? Is that like a dress you can wear to anything?" But after they give me all their money they say, "Oh, I get it. It's all very clear now." | 
  
  
    
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    | Franz:  | 
    It did actually work once didn't it? | 
  
  
    
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    | The Dress:  | 
    Perhaps I should get Barbie and Ken to be my Temple Guardians. | 
  
    
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    | Franz: | 
    Oh gosh. | 
  
  
    
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    | Hans: | 
    Don't worry Franz, she  won't replace us with Post-mortem Ken anytime soon. I just saw him, he's a real mess. All he can say is, "Tennis anyone?" | 
  
  
    
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    | Franz:  | 
    Oh, I'm sss...sorry to hear that. Anyway, where were we? Ah yes, I remember, after you read "The Gospel of the Perfect Dress," then you should quiet your mind and state your question. If you do not hear an answer in a few moments we suggest... | 
  
   
     
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    | Hans:  | 
    I clean your ear out with my spike. | 
  
  
    
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    Franz:  | 
    I was going to say, step up your meditation practice. But if you fail to get an answer to your question after several attempts, then you may e-mail Parkar. Usually she will agree to act as an intermediary. | 
  
  
    
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    | Hans:  | 
    She and the Omnipotent Dress are tight.  | 
  
  
    
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    | Franz:  | 
    However, if Parkar is to be the go-between it is best to limit your inquiries to fashion-related topics. | 
  
  
    
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    | Hans:  | 
    Parkar's a fox. | 
  
  
    
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    | Franz:  | 
    Well let's not keep Her Holiness waiting. I hope you find the Gospel enlightening. | 
  
  
    
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    | Hans:  | 
    Whatever you do, never mention the words "dry cleaning," to The Dress. |