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One day, inside the lab...
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| For this next strip, we'd like to give you a taste of what the lab would be like if we all lived in England during World War Two. | |
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| *sniff* I'm being fined for overusing my ration of nails. | |
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| Should I tell him he's been drafted too? | |
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There will be no more strips involving time travel, and you don't have to thank me.
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| I know what is going to happen to me when I try to attack that toy soldier, and I'm so embarrased. | |
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