One day when I was in Sunday School, the youth counselor
set up some smoke machines and pretended there was a fire
in the building. He started yelling and acting all panicky.
All the kids, including me, were terrified. Then a bunch of
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pretty good, professor. I think the ending might eventually be a little snappier, but it's not bad now. You're making a pretty subtle comment, and thanks for giving us a great situation, and letting us draw our own conclusions. And for leaving in the fun!
Hey Prof, I think you should sell tickets for a trip through your mind. It would be a maze ing.