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Robin Williams' reps announced yesterday that the coke-powered* comedian was headed to rehab to once again take the narcotic edge off his trademark commercial-break-spanning, multi-ethnic-stereotype-character talk-show riffs, a move that wisely prevented any unfortunate, Gibsonian meltdowns that may have been in the offing. A Defamer operative residing in the sleepy town where Williams' recovery facility is located drops us this report about the local buzz on the actor's early progress:

Robin Williams is here in my tiny Oregon hometown for his rehab at Hazelden Springbrook. Some church-going folks who have seen him said he was haggard, but very polite and remarkably un-animated. Not to mock the tiny hometown that I love, but if there's anywhere you can find the tranquility to get sober, it's here in Newberg. We were the second to last dry town in the state of Oregon (thanks to all the Quakers). We do, however, have a nice drive-in theater, a skate park, Herbert Hoover's boyhood home, and the world's only self-cleaning house.

The locals may find Williams subdued now, but he's still in the initial stages of recovery. Soon he'll have his sober legs underneath him, he'll feel his powers returning, and the town's residents will come to cherish their time smiling politely through his new Herbert Hoover impression, wishing they hard the heart to tell him the long-deceased president did not, in fact, refer to himself as "Herb to the Hoov" or speak in comically exaggerated Ebonics.

[*The official statement says it's alcohol rehab, but our trusty Publicist Rehab Excuse Conversion Chart bumps any booze-related admission up to a minimum substance of cocaine.]