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| Come here, Neal. I need you to test out this invention. | |
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| This isn't like that assraping robot, is it Professor? I hate this fucking job. | |
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| No, no. This isn't designed to hurt, kill or cornhole. It's a device that lets you view yourself in parallel universes. | |
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| So I could see what my life might be like if I wasn't a janitor to a mad scientist. I've got to try this! | |
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| Just step into the booth. Oh, and if it feels like your molecules are destabilizing, just ignore it. You should be fine. | |
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