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Watson showed up and lectured us that we should do the human race a favor and keep our DNA out of the gene pool. Jim was never one to beat around the bush. The moral majority Pres.

decided that he wanted to spray his DNA all over the gene pool. He decided to work late on the weekend while a certain pleasantly plump intern who fell for Jedi mind tricks

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quite escape the feeling that the computer was watching her the entire time. She stood, drooling, and hurled the wretched device from the third story window, watching as it

crumbled over the concrete and broke into a million pieces. But something wasn't right. Even though the computer had been destroyed, she still felt

like she was being watched. When she started the site, she had no idea it would turn into this. But it had. She had become the sole supplier of

evil masks, having eliminated her competitors by sending them free masks that possessed their souls and drove them to heinous acts, detestable even by them. She was making BANK.