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Dr. Evil: We fill the alligators with scorpions and replace their teeth with fruit-flavored vape cartridges.
Dr. Evil: We fill the alligators with scorpions and replace their teeth with fruit-flavored vape cartridges.
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.