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Aided by the shroud of night, Dr. Jones sneaks through the graveyard of dead celebrities to find the perfect specimien.
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Having returned to his own laboratory without being seen, Dr. Jones begins to reanimate cells of the corpse using electricity (see Frankenstein)...
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...and, in an odd turn of events, revives a white Richard Pryor.
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