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Alright, you wanna know what Mike's new biomechanical arm is?

It's a fucking machine gun, bitch!

The Sheriff arrives and it's the usual, "I bet you're guilty of something, Dawson!" shtick.

Sheriff: Have you been anywhere else in the park during the last hour?
Mike: I don't know anything about it. What happened?
Sheriff: The FBI's examining the body right now. I'm on the lookout for any suspects who've been to the park during the last hour.
Mike: The last hour? Well, I've been busy doing some work.
Sheriff: Work? Oh, yes. I've heard you've been playing detective lately. And what evidence have you turned up, Sherlock?

Alright, it's Dr. Sims time!


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