Liz: Um, I-I scraped some cells from your pencil. This is really hard to say, I’m trying to keep from blacking out here. Um, the cells weren’t normal. So, Max, what I’m going to suggest to you is that we just go back to the bio lab now, so that I can take a sample so that I can see what I’m thinking is wrong, you know? That I got the wrong cells…
Max: You didn’t.

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