This is a test of the emergency web page system. Should this have been a real emergency, you would've been wasting your time downloading this whole damn page while an axe-murderer -- with an axe -- was sharpening his blade and grinning -- yes grinning, a healthy grin at that -- and there would be something in his teeth. AND YOU WOULDN'T KNOW, and you couldn't warn him in time, and as he ground you to a bloody pulp, you'd have to stare at the CABBAGE LODGED BETWEEN HIS TEETH. EWWWWWWWWW.

AND NOW, THE FORTY-TWO SURVEY:

Name:
E-mail:
Location:
Comments:
If you're MANly and you know it, shave your back.
If you're WOMANly and you know it, shave my back.

Who's your favorite Forty-Two-man?:

Age(more than one possible answer):

Favorite Music:

What do you smell like?:

What can you make out of a lobster and a stick?:

What is your favorite song by Forty-Two?:

If you could be any animal in the world, would you be omnipotent?:

What would you like to see more of in Forty-Two?

GO HOME. GO HOME, NOBODY LIKES YOU. Or at least listen to all the songs you didn't recognize from that list before.