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Mooney dreamed miraculous dreams and not entirely because of the empty bottle that had been full that afternoon. There never was a time, never will be a time, like the future Mooney dreamed of -- Mooney-owned, houri-inhabited, a fair domain for a live-wire Emperor of the Eons.
He woke up with a splitting head.