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| Brrr, it's cold in here. No wonder I had such an awful nightmare. To stay warm at night, I should invent a free energy source that can be distributed on radio waves. | |
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| Yes, I'm Dilton Doily. What do you want? | |
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| Mr. Doily, or should I say Tesla Jr., the world, by which I mean big oil companies, is not ready for free energy. | |
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| Moose, did you hear what happened to Dilton? He killed himself, and the feds confiscated all his papers. | |
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| Duh, I don't understand it, Chuck. Why'd my little buddy kill himself by frying his brains with an electric toothbrush? | |
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