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| I'm not a professor. I flunked out of the Berkeley PhD chem program with a Master's. And my name isn't Evil. It's Tim. | |
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| Great Caesar's dressing gown! He actually believes what he is saying! Has he turned his Mind Ray on himself, to better play the part of an innocent? | |
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| You're saying that out loud, you know. | |
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| Your fly is open, you hideous malformed sack of toad pus. | |
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| If we're done here, I'm going to go call Security, OK? | |
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| Pretending not to read my thoughts. Very clever indeed. | |
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