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| But "Dr." Moore...a DNA-sensitive outfit that adapts a design to your genetic pattern?! I was only kidding, no such thing is "remotely" possible!!! | |
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| Great dense act, "Dr." "Dickens". Yes, I saw inside your mind, and stole your "schematics". It's a wonderful eye-opener, and we'll make a MINT. Let's do it already, take off your clothes. | |
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...thirty seconds later, "Trevor" is "puzzling" the trial results...
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| Well, my clothes are back on after being in your "DNA conversion box" and I can't say they look much different. Not only that, I didn't get laid...and now my shirt smells like cologne. | |
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| Seeing you naked is enough of a sight-gag. Besides, I'm hungry and you only have $3 cash in your wallet. I haven't bothered to learn to sign your name yet, and probably never will. | |
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...American Express Transparent And Blue with the Shiny Thing: "Wherever You Go, There You Are" (tm)
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| My jedi mind tricks are of no use against daemons who know that George Lucas is a young boy whose cancerously trite movies we're going to have to spend aeternity semantically remapping. | |
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| If only being an effective overlord didn't require being so LAZY. Hypnotizing you into wearing that plaid skirt with a beige top in the hotel lobby would have been *priceless*!!! | |
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