Genius is one percent inspiration, ninety-nine percent perspiration—ugh, you’re disgusting, take a shower first, I don’t care if you’re a so-called genius or whatever, before you hug me you have to—ohhhh, I see now, you’ve invented a way to cause world peace when you hug me while soaked in sweat. Brilliant. Sorry I doubted you.
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