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...in one of George Bush's Secret Washington D.C. Chemical "Weapons" Labs...
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| Brian, I am your father! And I can prove it! Here, we'll do a paternity test. We mix our blood together, and add this solution. If it turns bluish, I am your father. | |
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| Since your "solution" is marked clearly with the metaeducation logo, I know it's just blue food coloring. | |
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| And my name's not Brian. The CIA put that nametag on me so I could get past security to kick your ass if I have to. | |
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| Uh oh...my plan was mostly based on being bigger than Brian. If this isn't him, then who is it? | |
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| Let's just say that my real name is "Jock". And my father's name is Charles. Give me all your card numbers and no one gets hurt. Cerul says go on about your business making chemicals, tho. | |
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