Doctors made science for everything I'm about to say, so it's real. I love making science. Or have I confused making science with eating kittens alive and forcing disabled old women to swallow my bloody vomit? Some people made science evilly a while back in the 20th century, and are therefore burning in a generic place of torment in the afterlife. You will be tormented by snake/lion/human foot abominations next to those terrible people. Don't you remember? You sold your soul the night you did that devil weed and got the munchies for a bag of generic cheese puffs. That's right, you sold your soul for a bag of generic cheese puffs. Your cultist mother was right about you, you cute little muffin. She said that you would spend the rest of your life flipping burgers at a generic fast food place if you didn't wash her motherfucking feet right the fuck now, you little heathen child! She said that when she was on meth before she discovered the generic cult for only 50000 units of generic currency. Yep, and that money came straight from your generic college fund. Wasn't that why you smoked that devil weed, son? So you could get back at your mom for choosing her generic cult over you? Okay, I totally got off track here. I was supposed to talk about the joys of making science, but I went from despicable humans, to your soul, to your cultist mother. Still, I regret nothing. Let's now talk about how to make science. First, find a subject. Make sure it's not sentient. A concert by your least favorite band is a great place to find a subject. Knock them out, but don't be that guy. Put them in a van and drop them off at a daycare with a sign on the van that says FREE CANDY. Stand back and watch them get their asses kicked. Congratulations, you just made some science! Or go up to a jonesing meth-head with a bag of something that looks like meth and tell him or her it's meth. Then, after giving them a knife, say "psych" and reveal that it was a prank. That right there makes some awesome science!
Your whole schtik is telling people off for using proper nouns and the letter before R, right? Because I totally didn't do that. Or did I get you confused with my crazy brother?
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Doctors made science for everything I'm about to say, so it's real. I love making science. Or have I confused making science with eating kittens alive and forcing disabled old women to swallow my bloody vomit? Some people made science evilly a while back in the 20th century, and are therefore burning in a generic place of torment in the afterlife. You will be tormented by snake/lion/human foot abominations next to those terrible people. Don't you remember? You sold your soul the night you did that devil weed and got the munchies for a bag of generic cheese puffs. That's right, you sold your soul for a bag of generic cheese puffs. Your cultist mother was right about you, you cute little muffin. She said that you would spend the rest of your life flipping burgers at a generic fast food place if you didn't wash her motherfucking feet right the fuck now, you little heathen child! She said that when she was on meth before she discovered the generic cult for only 50000 units of generic currency. Yep, and that money came straight from your generic college fund. Wasn't that why you smoked that devil weed, son? So you could get back at your mom for choosing her generic cult over you? Okay, I totally got off track here. I was supposed to talk about the joys of making science, but I went from despicable humans, to your soul, to your cultist mother. Still, I regret nothing. Let's now talk about how to make science. First, find a subject. Make sure it's not sentient. A concert by your least favorite band is a great place to find a subject. Knock them out, but don't be that guy. Put them in a van and drop them off at a daycare with a sign on the van that says FREE CANDY. Stand back and watch them get their asses kicked. Congratulations, you just made some science! Or go up to a jonesing meth-head with a bag of something that looks like meth and tell him or her it's meth. Then, after giving them a knife, say "psych" and reveal that it was a prank. That right there makes some awesome science!
Your whole schtik is telling people off for using proper nouns and the letter before R, right? Because I totally didn't do that. Or did I get you confused with my crazy brother?
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