This is the diary entry for Yoda on may twentieth of two thousand nine. I have finally devised a way encrypt my diary entries so that no-one else can read them except me, this way I can plot against them without them ever knowing, hah, I am so brilliant I can barely speak, speaking of which it looks like those dimwits are having trouble getting even one hundred digits of pi! I have managed to memorize one hundred sixty two digits… they are such losers. :)  Punctuated version, translated by our very own Host.

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you’re making us work too hard for this diary. I dock you -1 smith point.