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| And last of all, our school tour ends with Professor Mislach, a man who hasn't slept since 1968. | |
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| He injected himself with an experimental brain stimulant. It had... unfortunate side effects. | |
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| He must have some pretty bizzare halucinations. I can't even imagine. | |
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| Gleeg florn beeble snook. | |
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| Mom? Is that you, mom? Hee... hee... Hi, mom! | |
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