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After being arrested in the park, for wandering around in a chemically induced state, The Professor has been taken down to police headquaters...
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| OOOH, look, the Palace of King Menelaus. | |
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| That's right professor, they're holding a dinner in your honor. | |
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...and spends the night in lock-up...
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| Well, I guess I'll mingle until we are seated for dinner. | |
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| sheet, dat bitch don't got no idea what I's gonna do to her when I gets out. | |
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...and drifts further away from reality.
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| So, you're a friend of St. George's, aye? | |
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| sheet, you is crazy mutha fuggin' wacked out white boy. | |
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