Victor called again. What mamma's boy! All the man does is scream "RICHARDS!!!" all day long. He asked if I was coming to our union social and movie night this Friday that he is hosting. I really don't want to go, because it's always a pain to get there. Victor's teleporter is also a time machine and last time I used it, I got stuck with Teddy Roosevelt charging up some damn hill. Boy, that man is fat. Also, I'm still looking for an assistant and I don't carry my own bags. But they are having punch and pie...
Prof. P
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