nkis.txt

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"201 Kitten Verbs, Fully Conjugated". You look for "find".
"50 Years Among the Non-Kitten Items", by Ann Droyd.
99 bottles of beer are on a wall here.
A 100 meter long chain of jumbo paper clips.
A 256 kilobyte write-only memory chip.
A 3-inch floppy disk.
A 3-sided Monty Python record.
A 540Hz tuning fork.
A baboon with a bassoon hoots angrily at you.
A badly dented high-hat cymbal lies on its side here.
A bag of groceries taken off the shelf before the expiration date.
A ball of pocket fluff.
A ball of yarn.
A big bass drum bearing a hole and suspicious clawmarks.
A big chunk of frozen chocolate pudding.
A bitchin' homemade tesla coil.
A blank deposit slip.
A bobolink is twittering a happy tune here.
A book: Feng Shui, Zen: the art of randomly arranging items that are not kitten.
A book with "Don't Panic" in large friendly letters across the cover.
A bottle of distilled water.
A bottle of hair tonic.
A bottle of oil! Refreshing!
A bottle of smelling salts.
A bowling ball with the name "Bob" inscribed on it.
A bowl of cherries.
A box of brand-new nixie tubes.
A box of dancing mechanical pencils. They dance! They sing!
A box of fumigation pellets.
A brain cell. Oddly enough, it seems to be functioning.
A breadbox. Nope, Kitten isn't in the breadbox.
A briefcase filled with spy stuff.
A broken metronome sits here, it's needle off to one side.
A Buttertonsils bar.
A caboodle.
A canister of pressurized whipped cream, sans whipped cream.
A can of Spam Lite.
A card shark sits here, practicing his Faro shuffle. He ignores you.
A card sharp sits here, practicing his Faro shuffle. He ignores you.
A chain hanging from two posts reminds you of the Gateway Arch.
A cluster of cattails are growing here.
A coat hanger hovers in thin air. Odd.
A cockatoo shrieks at you.
A compendium of haiku about metals.
A copy of DeCSS. They're a dime a dozen these days.
A copy of the Weekly World News. Watch out for the chambered nautilus!
A coupon for one free steak-fish at your local family diner.
A crouton.
A crowd of people, and at the center, a popular misconception.
A crystal ball. It doesn't seem to know where Kitten is.
A cyclops glowers angrily at you.
A dangly thing mangled by Kitten.
A dark-emitting diode.
"Address Allocation for Private Internets" by Yakov Rekhter et al.
A demonic voice proclaims "There is no kitten, only Zuul". You flee.
A digital clock. It's stuck at 2:17 PM.
A discarded bagpipe chanter reed.
A discarded pop bottle.
A discarded refrigerator box. Nope, Kitten isn't in the box.
A discredited cosmology, relic of a bygone era.
A dodecahedron bars your way.
A dumpster full of hair.
A family of integrals are here integrating.
A flamboyant feather boa. Now you can dress up like Carol Channing!
A flyer advertising a sale at Spatula City.
A flyer reads, "Please donate hydraulic fluid"
A forgotten telephone switchboard.
A forgotten telephone switchboard operator.
A freshly-baked pumpkin pie.
A frosted pink party-cake, half eaten.
A "Get Out of Jail Free" card.
A geyser sprays water high into the air.
A glorious fan of peacock feathers.
A gravestone stands here. "Izchak Miller, ascended."
A green yo-yo.
A grin.
A haircut and a real job. Now you know where to get one!
A hairless rat.
A half-eaten cheese sandwich.
A hammock stretched between a tree and a volleyball pole.
A hedgehog. It looks like it knows something important.
A helicopter has crashed here.
A herd of wild coffee mugs slumber here.
A herd of wild coffee mugs slumbers here.
A historical marker showing the actual location of /dev/null.
A hollow voice says "Fool."
A hollow voice says "Plugh".
Ah, the skirl of the pipes and the rustle of the silicon...
Ah, the uniform of a Revolutionary-era minuteman.
Air.
Air Guitar!!! NA na NA na!!
A jar of dehydrated water.
A jar of library paste.
A jar of Vegemite is playing hopscotch here.
A ketchup bottle (nearly empty).
A kitten sink, for washing kitten (if only kitten liked water).
A kitten source (to match the kitten sink).
A knight who says "Either I am an insane knave, or you will find kitten."
A large blue eye floats in midair.
A large pile of rubber bands.
A large snake bars your way.
A largish bath towel.
A leather pouch filled with multisided dice.
Alien underwear.
A little glass tub of Carmex. ($.89) Too bad you have no lips.
A livery stable! Get your livery!
A lone, forgotten comma, sits here, sobbing.
A lotus. You make an interesting pair.
A magical... magic thing.
A marijuana brownie.
A mason jar lies here open. It's label reads: "do not open!".
A mathematician calculates the halting probability of a Turing machine.
A meerkat... not even close.
A Mentos wrapper.
A mere collection of pixels.
A milk carton, with a black and white picture of kitten on the side.
A mouse.
An 80286 machine.
An abandoned used-car lot.
An AK-47 rifle.
An AK-97 rifle.
An animate blob of acid. Being metallic, you keep well away.
An aromatherapy candle burns with healing light.
An atomic vector plotter.
An autographed copy of "Primary Colors", by Anonymous.
An automated robot-doubter. It doesn't believe in you.
An automated robot-hater. It frowns disapprovingly at you.
An automated robot-liker. It smiles at you.
An eminently forgettable zahir.
An empty Altoids tin.
An empty coaxial cable spool.
An empty Penguin Mints tin.
An empty shopping bag. Paper or plastic?
An Enfield Mk3 rifle.
A neural net -- maybe it's trying to recognize kitten.
An expired transistor.
An FN-FAL rifle.
An ice cube.
An incredibly expensive "Mad About You" collector plate.
An M16 rifle.
An M1911A1 pistol.
An M9 pistol.
An old bootable business card, unfortunately cracked down the middle.
An old pattern is here going on and on.
An old rusty revolver.
A non-descript box of crackers.
Another rabbit? That's three today!
An oven mitt with kittens on it.
An overflowing bit bucket.
An overturned bottle of ink and lots of kitten pawprints.
A number of short theatrical productions are indexed 1, 2, 3, ... n.
An unlicensed nuclear accelerator.
Any ordinary robot could see from a mile away that this wasn't kitten.
A packet of catnip.
A packet of pipe cleaners.
A pair of combat boots.
A pair of saloon-style doors swing slowly back and forth here.
A paper shopping bag. Nope, Kitten isn't in the bag.
A parrot, kipping on its back.
A patch from the Mammoth Caves.
A patch of grape jelly grows here.
A patch of mushrooms grows here.
A pile of coaxial plumbing lies here.
A pile of coconuts.
A pink plastic watering can.
A piping-hot pizza. Useless.
A pizza, melting in the sun.
A plastic model of Kitten.
A plush Chewbacca.
Apparently, it's Edmund Burke.
Approaching. One car. J. Followed by. Two car. M, M. In five. Minutes.
A puddle of chocolate sauce.
A puddle of mud, where the mudskippers play.
A punch bowl, filled with punch and lemon slices.
A radio hisses away. Kitten must have been here.
A rancid corn dog.
A Remington 870 shotgun.
A robot comedian. You feel amused.
A rusty melon-baller.
A rusty slinky. It was such a wonderful toy!
A sack of doorknobs.
A sack of hammers.
A sack of wet mice.
A salmon hatchery? Look again. It's merely a single salmon.
A Sanrio catalog.
A scrap of parchment bears the single word, "meow".
A scratching-post.
A screwdriver.
A section of glowing phosphor cells sings a song of radiation to you.
A set of keys to a 2001 Rolls Royce. Worthless.
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Ash is mumbling "KLAATU BARATA NI<coughcough>" here.
A signpost saying "TO KITTEN". It points in no particular direction.
A sign reads "Don't step on the Mome Raths".
A sign reads: "Go home!"
A sign reads: "No robots allowed!"
A singing frog. Useless.
A slightly-used smellovision set.
A smoking branding iron shaped like a 24-pin connector.
A spindle, and a grindle, and a bucka-wacka-woom!
A stack of 7 inch floppies wobbles precariously.
A statue of a girl holding a goose like the one in Gottingen, Germany.
A steam-powered bunnytron.
A stegosaurus, escaped from the stegosaurusfindsrobot game. It finds you.
A sub-atomic particle languishes here all alone.
A Swiss-Army knife. All of its appendages are out. (toothpick lost)
A team of arctic explorers is camped here.
A technical university in Australia.
A tetradrachm dated "42 B.C."
A Texas Instruments of Destruction calculator.
A tiny ceramic Kitten. It's probably not the Kitten you're looking for.
A toenail? What good is a toenail?
A toilet bowl occupies this space.
A ton of feathers.
A traffic signal. It appears to have been recently vandalized.
A train of thought chugs through here.
A trash compactor, compacting away.
A travel-sized cyclotron.
A tree with some jelly nailed to it.
A tribe of cannibals lives here. They eat Malt-O-Meal for breakfast, you know.
A troll. Ewww!!!
A tube of toothpaste. Too bad you have no teeth.
A tube of white lithium grease. Perfect for your robotic joints.
A tuft of kitten fur, but no kitten.
A vase full of artificial flowers is stuck to the floor here.
A vase of roses.
A voice booms out "Onward, kitten soldiers..."
A willing, ripe tomato bemoans your inability to digest fruit.
A wireframe model of a hot dog rotates in space here.
A wondrous and intricate golden amulet. Too bad you have no neck.
A zorkmid coin.
Baling wire and chewing gum.
Bibbidy bibbidy bibbidy bibbidy bibbidy bibbidy...
Big Bird is here looking for Mr. Looper.
Billions and billions of things that aren't Kitten.
Biscuits.
"Blup, blup, blup", says the mud pot.
Bright copper kettles.
BURRRRP!!!! Flavorful and full of protein!
Butane!!!
Carbonated Water, High Fructose Corn Syrup, Color, Phosphoric Acid, Flavors, Caffeine.
Carlos Tarango stands here, doing his best impression of Pat Smear.
Catsup and Mustard all over the place! It's the Human Hamburger!
Chewing gum and baling wire.
Clang, clang, clang goes the tranny!
Clifford Stoll is here selling Klein bottles.
Conan O'Brian, sans jawbone.
Could it be... a big ugly bowling trophy?
Daily hunger conditioner from Australasia
Dancing cold water pipes. Mikey must have been here.
Darth Vader is here looking for his Teddywookie.
"Dear robot, you may have already won our 10 MILLION DOLLAR prize..."
Definitely not Kitten.
Dinsdale!
Diogenes is here demanding whisky.
Dirty socks.
"Dogbert's tech support, how may I abuse you?"
Doodles Weaver is here looking over a horse race schedule.
Ed McMahon stands here, lost in thought. Seeing you, he bellows, "YES SIR!"
Ed Witten sits here, pondering string theory.
Empty jewelboxes litter the landscape.
Faboo!
Fonzie sits here, mumbling incoherently about a shark and a pair of waterskis.
For a moment, you feel something in your hands, but it disappears!
Free Dmitry Sklyarov!
Free Jon Johansen!
Gibble, Gobble, we ACCEPT YOU ...
"Go back to Libraria!", says Pat Schroeder.
Grind 'em up, spit 'em out, they're twigs.
Heart of Darkness brand pistachio nuts.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeres Johnny!
Hello, nurse!
Hello, sailor!
Here is a book about Robert Kennedy.
Here is no kitten but only rock, rock and no kitten and the sandy road.
Here's Cal Worthington and his dog "Spot"!
Here's Pete Peterson. His batteries seem to have long gone dead.
Hey, I bet you thought this was kitten.
Hey, look, it's war. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. Say it again.
Hey, robot, leave those lists alone.
"Hi, I'm Anson Williams, TV's 'Potsy'."
Ho hum. Another synthetic a posteriori.
"How in heck can I wash my neck if it ain't gonna rain no more?" asks Farmer Al.
Hydraulic fluid and jagged metal bits. You recoil from the scene of carnage.
I don't know what that is, but it's not kitten.
If it's not one thing, it's another.
If it's one thing, it's not another.
"I pity the fool who mistakes me for kitten!", sez Mr. T.
Is that an elephant's head or a winged sandal?
It is a cloud shaped like an ox.
It is a marzipan dreadnought that appears to have melted and stuck.
It is an ancient mariner, and he stoppeth one of three.
It is a set of wind-up chatter teeth.
It is -- I just feel something wonderful is about to happen.
It pleases you to be kind to what appears to be kitten -- but it's not!
It's 1000 secrets the government doesn't want you to know!
It's a banana! Oh, joy!
It's a big block of ice. Something seems to be frozen inside it.
It's a big smoking fish.
It's a black hole. Don't fall in!
It's a blatant plug for Ogg Vorbis, http://www.vorbis.com/
It's a blind man. When you touch, he exclaims "It's a kitten prospecting robot!"
It's a blob of white goo.
It's a bottle of nail polish remover.
It's a bug.
It's a burrito stand flyer. "Taqueria El Ranchito".
It's a business plan for a new startup, kitten.net.
It's a cardboard box full of 8-tracks.
It's a Cat 5 cable.
It's a catalog from some company called Infocom.