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of my archaeology days. On a certain day during each digging season, we'd invite the public to come out and see what we were doing. They'd walk around, peering into our excavation -- usually from two to ten feet deep. Inevitably, some genius would ask, "Why'd they live down there?" If we were feeling masochistic, we'd ask, "Where?" "Down in those holes!"
Ug.