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 Copyright 2014 The Chromium Authors. All rights reserved.
 Use of this useless file is governed by a BSD-style license that can be
 found in the LICENSE file.


 This file is used for making non-code changes to trigger buildbot cycles. Make
 any modification below this line.

 ======================================================================

 Let's make a story. Add zero+ sentences for every commit:

 CHÄPTER 1:
 It was a dark and blinky night; the rain fell in torrents -- except at
 occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which
 swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along
 the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that
 struggled against the elements. A hooded figure emerged.

 It was a Domo-Kun.

 "What took you so long?", inquired his wife.

 Silence. Oblivious to his silence, she continued, "Did Mr. Usagi enjoy the
 waffles you brought him?" "You know him, he's not one to forego a waffle,
 no matter how burnt," he snickered.

 The pause was filled with the sound of compile errors.

 CHAPTER 2:
 The jelly was as dark as night, and just as runny.
 The Domo-Kun shuddered, remembering the way Mr. Usagi had speared his waffles
 with his fork, watching the runny jelly spread and pool across his plate,
 like the blood of a dying fawn. "It reminds me of that time --" he started, as
 his wife cut in quickly: "-- please. I can't bear to hear it.". A flury of
 images coming from the past flowed through his mind.

 "You recall what happened on Mulholland drive?" The ceiling fan rotated slowly
 overhead, barely disturbing the thick cigarette smoke. No doubt was left about
 when the fan was last cleaned.

 There was a poignant pause.

 CHAPTER 3:
 Mr. Usagi felt that something wasn't right. Shortly after the Domo-Kun left he
 began feeling sick. He thought out loud to himself, "No, he wouldn't have done
 that to me." He considered that perhaps he shouldn't have pushed so hard.
 Perhaps he shouldn't have been so cold and sarcastic, after the unimaginable
 horror that had occurred just the week before.

 Next time, there won't be any sushi. Why sushi with waffles anyway?  It's like
 adorning breakfast cereal with halibut -- shameful.

 CHAPTER 4:
 The taste of stale sushi in his mouth the next morning was unbearable. He
 wondered where the sushi came from as he attempted to wash the taste away with
 a bottle of 3000¥ sake. He tries to recall the cook's face.  Purple? Probably.

 CHAPTER 5:
 Many tears later, Mr. Usagi would laugh at the memory of the earnest,
 well-intentioned Domo-Kun. Another day in the life. That is when he realized that
 life goes on.

 TRUISMS (1978-1983)
 JENNY HOLZER
 A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE CAN GO A LONG WAY
 A LOT OF PROFESSIONALS ARE CRACKPOTS
 A MAN CAN'T KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE A MOTHER
 A NAME MEANS A LOT JUST BY ITSELF
 A POSITIVE ATTITUDE MEANS ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD
 A RELAXED MAN IS NOT NECESSARILY A BETTER MAN
 NO ONE SHOULD EVER USE SVN
 AN INFLEXIBLE POSITION SOMETIMES IS A SIGN OF PARALYSIS
 IT IS MANS FATE TO OUTSMART HIMSELF
 BEING SURE OF YOURSELF MEANS YOU'RE A FOOL
 AM NOT
 ARE TOO
 IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED: TRY, EXCEPT, FINALLY
 AND THEN, TIME LEAPT BACKWARDS
 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh LOT
 I'm really tempted to change something above the line.
 Reeccciiiipppppeeeeeesssssss!!!!!!!!!
 PEOPLE SAY "FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION", BUT FAILURE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION.
 WHAT GOES UP MUST HAVE A NON-ZERO VELOCITY

 I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves...
 What could possibly go wrong? We've already ate our cake.

 Stand Still. Pause Clocks. We can make the World Stop.
 WUBWUBWUBWUBWUB

 I want a 1917 build and you will give me what I want.

 This sentence is false.

 Beauty is in the eyes of a Beholder.

 I'm the best at space.

 The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him.
 *
 *
 *
 Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee; as for
 the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is
 madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down
 into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in
 the sunny spaces. And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge
 is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is
 still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.
 *
 *
 *

 I'm here to commit lines and drop rhymes
 *
 This is a line to test and try uploading a cl.

 And lo, in the year 2014, there was verily an attempt to upgrade to GCC 4.8 on
 the Android bots, and it was good. Except on one bot, where it was bad. And
 lo, the change was reverted, and GCC went back to 4.6, where code is slower
 and less optimized. And verily did it break the build, because artifacts had
 been created with 4.8, and alignment was no longer the same, and a great
 sadness descended upon the Android GN buildbot, and it did refuseth to build
 any more. But the sheriffs thought to themselves: Placebo! Let us clobber the
 bot, and perhaps it will rebuild with GCC 4.6, which hath worked for many many
 seasons. And so they modified the whitespace file with these immortal lines,
 and visited it upon the bots, that great destruction might be wrought upon
 their outdated binaries. In clobberus, veritas.

 As the git approaches, light begins to shine through the SCM thrice again...
 However, the git, is, after all, quite stupid.

 Suddenly Domo-Kun found itself in a room filled with dazzling mirrors.

 A herd of wild gits appears!  Time for CQ :D
 And one more for sizes.py...

 Sigh.

 It was love at first sight.  The moment Yossarian first laid eyes on the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him.

 Cool whitespace change for git-cl land

 Oh god the bots are red! I'm blind! Mmmm, cronuts.

 If you stand on your head, you will get footprints in your hair.

 sigh
 sigher
 pick up cls

 In the BUILD we trust.
 ^_^
	Copyright 2014 The Chromium Authors. All rights reserved.
	Use of this useless file is governed by a BSD-style license that can be
	found in the LICENSE file.


	This file is used for making non-code changes to trigger buildbot cycles. Make
	any modification below this line.

	======================================================================

	Let's make a story. Add zero+ sentences for every commit:

	CHÄPTER 1:
	It was a dark and blinky night; the rain fell in torrents -- except at
	occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which
	swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along
	the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that
	struggled against the elements. A hooded figure emerged.

	It was a Domo-Kun.

	"What took you so long?", inquired his wife.

	Silence. Oblivious to his silence, she continued, "Did Mr. Usagi enjoy the
	waffles you brought him?" "You know him, he's not one to forego a waffle,
	no matter how burnt," he snickered.

	The pause was filled with the sound of compile errors.

	CHAPTER 2:
	The jelly was as dark as night, and just as runny.
	The Domo-Kun shuddered, remembering the way Mr. Usagi had speared his waffles
	with his fork, watching the runny jelly spread and pool across his plate,
	like the blood of a dying fawn. "It reminds me of that time --" he started, as
	his wife cut in quickly: "-- please. I can't bear to hear it.". A flury of
	images coming from the past flowed through his mind.

	"You recall what happened on Mulholland drive?" The ceiling fan rotated slowly
	overhead, barely disturbing the thick cigarette smoke. No doubt was left about
	when the fan was last cleaned.

	There was a poignant pause.

	CHAPTER 3:
	Mr. Usagi felt that something wasn't right. Shortly after the Domo-Kun left he
	began feeling sick. He thought out loud to himself, "No, he wouldn't have done
	that to me." He considered that perhaps he shouldn't have pushed so hard.
	Perhaps he shouldn't have been so cold and sarcastic, after the unimaginable
	horror that had occurred just the week before.

	Next time, there won't be any sushi. Why sushi with waffles anyway? It's like
	adorning breakfast cereal with halibut -- shameful.

	CHAPTER 4:
	The taste of stale sushi in his mouth the next morning was unbearable. He
	wondered where the sushi came from as he attempted to wash the taste away with
	a bottle of 3000¥ sake. He tries to recall the cook's face. Purple? Probably.

	CHAPTER 5:
	Many tears later, Mr. Usagi would laugh at the memory of the earnest,
	well-intentioned Domo-Kun. Another day in the life. That is when he realized that
	life goes on.

	TRUISMS (1978-1983)
	JENNY HOLZER
	A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE CAN GO A LONG WAY
	A LOT OF PROFESSIONALS ARE CRACKPOTS
	A MAN CAN'T KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE A MOTHER
	A NAME MEANS A LOT JUST BY ITSELF
	A POSITIVE ATTITUDE MEANS ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD
	A RELAXED MAN IS NOT NECESSARILY A BETTER MAN
	NO ONE SHOULD EVER USE SVN
	AN INFLEXIBLE POSITION SOMETIMES IS A SIGN OF PARALYSIS
	IT IS MANS FATE TO OUTSMART HIMSELF
	BEING SURE OF YOURSELF MEANS YOU'RE A FOOL
	AM NOT
	ARE TOO
	IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED: TRY, EXCEPT, FINALLY
	AND THEN, TIME LEAPT BACKWARDS
	AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh LOT
	I'm really tempted to change something above the line.
	Reeccciiiipppppeeeeeesssssss!!!!!!!!!
	PEOPLE SAY "FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION", BUT FAILURE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION.
	WHAT GOES UP MUST HAVE A NON-ZERO VELOCITY

	I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves...
	What could possibly go wrong? We've already ate our cake.

	Stand Still. Pause Clocks. We can make the World Stop.
	WUBWUBWUBWUBWUB

	I want a 1917 build and you will give me what I want.

	This sentence is false.

	Beauty is in the eyes of a Beholder.

	I'm the best at space.

	The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him.
	*
	*
	*
	Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee; as for
	the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is
	madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down
	into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in
	the sunny spaces. And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge
	is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is
	still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.
	*
	*
	*

	I'm here to commit lines and drop rhymes
	*
	This is a line to test and try uploading a cl.

	And lo, in the year 2014, there was verily an attempt to upgrade to GCC 4.8 on
	the Android bots, and it was good. Except on one bot, where it was bad. And
	lo, the change was reverted, and GCC went back to 4.6, where code is slower
	and less optimized. And verily did it break the build, because artifacts had
	been created with 4.8, and alignment was no longer the same, and a great
	sadness descended upon the Android GN buildbot, and it did refuseth to build
	any more. But the sheriffs thought to themselves: Placebo! Let us clobber the
	bot, and perhaps it will rebuild with GCC 4.6, which hath worked for many many
	seasons. And so they modified the whitespace file with these immortal lines,
	and visited it upon the bots, that great destruction might be wrought upon
	their outdated binaries. In clobberus, veritas.

	As the git approaches, light begins to shine through the SCM thrice again...
	However, the git, is, after all, quite stupid.

	Suddenly Domo-Kun found itself in a room filled with dazzling mirrors.

	A herd of wild gits appears! Time for CQ :D
	And one more for sizes.py...

	Sigh.

	It was love at first sight. The moment Yossarian first laid eyes on the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him.

	Cool whitespace change for git-cl land

	Oh god the bots are red! I'm blind! Mmmm, cronuts.

	If you stand on your head, you will get footprints in your hair.

	sigh
	sigher
	pick up cls

	In the BUILD we trust.
	^_^