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Can I get you guys anything to drink?

Scotch, neat.

Scotch, neat.Jinx!

Oh, my God.

Kids, you may be wondering why five adults in their 30s would take a jinx so seriously.It all started one day five years ago.

Ooh, Van Helsing.

Jinx.You're jinxed.That means that you can't speak until someone who is present for the jinx says your name or else you will have very bad luck.

present for Ž‘ą‚ˇ‚é

That's ridiculous.

You broke the jinx.

Marshall, I'm a grown-ass man.I'm on my building's co-op board.When I say a pinot noir tastes luxuriously earthy with a hint of rhubarb I'm not faking it.I've had several of the same sexual partners as Henry Kissinger.I'm not about to stop talking just because I was jinxed.

earthy “y‚Ě

Barney broke three limbs and two vertebrae but he never broke another jinx.In fact, he started taking jinxes way too seriously.

limb Žč‘Ť vertebra Ň’ōœ

Barney, I'm on hold with Sports Talk A.M to talk to my childhood hero from the Minnesota Twins.

on hold ‚Â‚Č‚Ş‚Á‚˝‚Ü‚Ü‚Ĺ‘Ň‚Á‚Ä‚é

Who's your childhood hero?

Frank Viola.

Jinx!

Hello.This is Frank.Anyone there? Hello? I can hear you breathing, you coward.

coward ˆÓ‹C’n‚Č‚ľ

So when someone finally jinxed Barney for the first time in years, we were pretty psyched.

And the reign of terror is over!

reign of terror ‹°•|Žž‘ă

Whoo! I've had this cigar in my pocket for two years waiting for this moment.That would've been good about two years ago.

Oh, oh, oh.You want us to say your name and un-jinx you?

I don't think so, pal.This is going to be a long jinx like Yom Kippur services long.The only difference is Yom Kippur's a fast and this one's gonna be a slow.

Ohh!

Now, Ted, I was wondering if you could expand upon what you were saying earlier about antiquated currency.

expand upon ‚Š‚ç”­“W‚ł‚š‚é

Ah, yes, yes.Contrary to popular belief the buffalo nickel was modeled on the black diamond bison rather than the more iconic Western Plains bison.To wit, if President Taft had had his way

Contrary ł”˝‘΂Ě

In the winter of 2012 the skyscraper that I designed was about to open which got me thinking about the most influential architecture professor I ever had.

So when the children of our grandchildren's children ask us who were we they'll find the answer carved into the granite poetry of our architecture.Okay.It doesn't get any better than that.Class dismissed.

carve into ’†‚ɍ‚Ţ granite Œ˜ŒĹ‚ł poetry —D‰ë‚ł

Wow.Just wow!

Do you need something? I have an apple I was hoping to eat in silence.

Of course.Professor Vinick, I, um I I sketched out a design.It'd be such an honor if you took a look at it.

Oh.Well, it is believed that it took the pharaohs over 100 years to build the Sphinx.

So you think that I should spend more time on it.

Oh, dear God, no.This is terrible.

Then why'd you mention the Sphinx?

I find my mind is often with the Sphinx.Anyway, you'll never be an architect.You'll never be an architect.You'll never be an architect.You'll never be an architect!

Well, guess what.I sent Professor Vinick the invitation to the opening of my building so he'll see that I did become an architect and that I've moved past his petty, hurtful words.

move past ’ʉ߂ˇ‚é petty ‚š‚ą‚˘ hurtful words ‚‚Ż‚錞—t

Wow.Fifteen years later, and you're still this obsessed.

Yeah.If Vinick ever goes missing the cops are gonna come looking for him in your basement.

Totally.He's Ted's pit guy.

How dare you! And what is that?

A pit guy is someone you've been obsessed with for so long that it's driven you crazy enough to throw them in the pit in your basement like in The Silence of the Lambs.

I'm not gonna Silence of the Lambs him.At most, I'd Revenge of the Nerds him.Though I don't see a scenario where he agrees to play me in a pentathlon.

Yeah, I'm with Ted.There is no one I hate enough to throw into a pit.What?

When Robin's most hated coworker, Patrice started dating Barney, she became obsessed.

Patrice.Patrice goes into your pit.

Guys, I told you.I am done obsessing about Patrice.Just drop her.

Drop her in a pit.

Enough.

We all have people that we would throw in our pits and I'm sure we all have people who would like to throw us in their pits.

Yeah, if Marshall or I ever go missing I'll tell you whose basement to look in Daryl LaCourt.

Oh, no.It's creepy Daryl.Let's get out of here before he sees us.

Hey, Hacky Sack coming through.

Huh.

Huh.

Hi, Daryl.

Hey! I feel like I never see you guys anymore.Like whenever I'm getting to a party, you're just leaving.Even that party at your place.You guys just raced off into the night at 7:30.That's weird.But this is great.The Three Hackmigos back together again.

We played Hacky Sack together once freshman year, Daryl.Once.

November 14, 1996.That is the best memory ever.

Sure.

Ohh!

Three Hackmigos for life!

To this day, we are still getting e-mails and posts from Daryl.

He has commented on every photo of baby Marvin we have ever posted and then he comments on his own comments.

Oh!

Hey!

Yes!

Hey, guys, look.

It's Bar none my favorite nonspeaking jinx person in the world.How was your day?

Yeah, I didn't get a word of that.

Sorry, buddy.

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