<p>There once was a story about a man who could turn invisible. I thought it was only a story... until it happened to me. Ok, so here's how it works: there's this stuff called <a href="#">Quicksilver that can</a> bend light. Some scientist made it into a synthetic gland, and that's where I came in. See, I was facing life in prison and they were looking for a human experiment. So, we made a deal. They put the gland in my brain; I walk free. The operation was a success... but that's where everything started to go wrong.</p>

<p>Marshall, Will, and Holly on a routine expedition, met the greatest earthquake ever known. High on the rapids, it struck their tiny raft! And plunged them down a thousand feet below... to the Land of the Lost! Lost! <a href="#">Lost! Lost! Lost!</a></p>

<p>My name is Rhoda Morgenstern. I was born in the Bronx, New York in December of 1941. I've always felt responsible for World War II. The first thing I remember liking that liked me back was food. I had a bad puberty; it lasted seventeen years. I'm a high school graduate. I went to art school. My entrance exam was on a book of matches. I decided to move out of the house when I was twenty-four. My mother still refers to this as the time I ran away from home. Eventually, I ran to Minneapolis, where it's cold and I figured I'd keep better. Now I'm back in Manhattan. New York, this is <a href="#">your last chance!</a></p>

<p>There's a holdout in the Bronx, Brooklyn's broken out in fights. There's a traffic jam in <a href="#">Harlem that's backed</a> up to Jackson Heights. There's a Scout troop short a child, Khrushchev's due at Idelwyld... Car 54, where are you?</p>

<p>Moon over Parma, bring <a href="#">my love to</a> me tonight. Guide her to Cleveland, underneath your silvery light. We're going bowlin' so don't lose her in Solon. Moon over Parma, tonight!</p>

