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| Do you even know who I am? I'm not just a phone. This red shell actually contains a mighty super-intelligent brain. | |
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| Well get your brain out of there; I want to make a call. | |
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| But what is a lone, super-intelligent brain meant to do in life? Perhaps I could get a job answering reader's questions in a computer magazine... | |
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| You're a lawyer representing Commodore Format, aren't you? You're going to drag my ass through the courts, aren't you? | |
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| Damn right. Now I'm off to bully a bespectacled kid who thinks he likes cheap games. | |
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