Hmm…dating a celebrity seems like it would be fun…until the cameras start rolling.
Is your girlfriend’s life being documented for the drama factor?
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Ask the Alien -12/31/16 – Bookshelf Q. Battler’s End of Year Stats for 2016 (A Report to the Mighty Potentate)
Dear Mighty Potentate,
It’s been roughly two years since you have me to look after Bookshelf Q. Battler, the human author you believe possesses so much talent that he will one day write a novel so perfect that it inspires the masses to abandon reality television.
Not gonna lie, I still don’t see that side of him but hey, you’re the Mighty Potentate.
At any rate, I do believe that his blog, despite being only read by 3.5 readers, has convinced humans that reality television must be rejected. After all, it’s not like America, the greatest of all Earth nations, has elected a reality television star as their ruler or something. I firmly stand by that statement and also, please don’t watch any Earth television.
Bookshelf Q. Battlers End of 2016 Stats are as follows:
WORDPRESS FOLLOWERS: 2,025
TOTAL 2016 VISITORS: 16,389 (I cannot confirm nor deny that most of these were BQB’s Aunt Gertie).
TOTAL 2016 LIKES: 7,502
TOTAL 2016 VIEWS: 27,524 (Most were people who came here looking for directions on how to get away from here).
TWITTER FOLLOWERS: 8,184 (Follow BQB @bookshelfbattle)
FACEBOOK FOLLOWERS: 287 (Though BQB is considering scraping up some cash to use as a bribe to Earth Techno-Lord Zuckerberg to allow him more Facebook friends. Like BQB on Facebook – @bookshelfqbattler)
Moreover, oh Potent One, BQB continues to seek new ways to bring traffic to his most pathetic blog. Search engine optimization appears to be BQB’s forte as he has brought in 11,576 visitors this year alone through search engine hits (though again, most were people who came here looking for directions on how to get away from here).
Based on these stats, Mightiest of Potentates, I recommend holding back your invasion of Earth for another year in order to allow BQB to continue working on his writing career. He’s building a platform, he continues to try, and though he has the attention span of amoeba, I believe 2017 will be the year when he publishes a novel.
As always, it has been a pleasure serving you, oh splendid Potent One, and though there have been rumors to the effect that I feel this job is far, far, far below my capabilities, I gladly accept any and all orders you have with a smile.
But seriously…please don’t vaporize me.
Your humble servent,
Alien Jones, the Esteemed Brainy One
Top Ten Signs Your Girlfriend Might Be a Damn Reality TV Star
And now from BQB HQ in fabulous East Randomtown, it’s the Top Ten Warning Signs Your Girlfriend Might Be a Reality Television Star!
10. Cameras follow her around wherever she goes, despite the fact that she never does anything relevant or newsworthy whatsoever.
9. Meanwhile, producers follow you around wherever you go, demanding that you engage your girlfriend in obviously contrived dramatic interactions. Tell her you have a disease that you don’t really have. Tell her that her sister is dying when she doesn’t even have a sister. Tell her a mutual friend that doesn’t exist was just hit by a bus. Just tell her something that sounds totally awful to keep the viewers from changing the channel.
8. That teeny weeny dog living in her purse gets more kisses from her than you do.
7. When she does kiss you she leaves so much glitter on you that you end up looking like Tinkerbell took a dump on your face.
6. You’ve grown accustomed to words like “lurve,” “totes” and “bae.” At least when you’re down, you can always count on a “I totes lurve u 4-eva bae” text. (If she isn’t busy at da club.)
5. She drinks enough to drop a Clydesdale, yet somehow manages to looks good in the morning…er, well…in the afternoon…after twenty-five assistants fix and readjust everything.
4. She has her own fragrance, vodka, fashion line and music album. Yet somehow, her head will explode if you ask her to read The Cat in the Hat.
3. You broke the news to her that your doctor thinks you need a colonoscopy. She wants to know if she can live tweet the whole experience and put the camera feed on periscope.
2. People are constantly searching the inter webs for nude photos of her. Stop selling nude photos of her, you pervert.
- She argues with you using hashtags:
YOU: Hi babe. Sorry I’m late.
HER: #tookyoulongenough!
YOU: I couldn’t help it. Traffic was a nightmare.
HER: #tellsomeonewhocares
YOU: Aww. Don’t be like that.
HER: #worstboyfriendever!
HONORABLE MENTION:
We would have also accepted:
- Owns more leopard printed clothing than Tarzan.
- Ironically, wears less of said clothing, or any clothing really, than Tarzan.
- Owns enough shoes to outfit a gaggle of centipedes.
- Selfies. So many selfies.
- Tries to look hot with a duck faced selfie. Ends up looking like Daisy Duck suffering through a yeast infection.
- She gets a manicure. It’s a show. She gets a pedicure. It’s a show. She goes shopping. It’s a show. She stands on one foot and bounces up and down? It’s a two hour special.
BQB’s Zombie Apocalypse Survivor’s Journal – Day 1 (Part 3)
Dr. Hugo Von Science
“And now, the man of the hour, ladies and gentlemen, give a warm welcome to Dr. Hugo Von Science!”
Everyone flipped out when Dr. Hugo stepped out on stage. I know I was happy to see him.
As a distinguished Professor of Science at the Advanced Science Institute of Science University, Dr. Hugo was on the cutting edge of everything scientific. Everyday, he was coming out with a new invention.
I once had the pleasure of being his student when I attended the Advance Science Institute. The day my mentor handed me my Advanced Science Degree was one of the happiest days of my life.
Oh, yeah, besides the day I met Video Game Rack Fighter, and I’m not just writing that because she’s one of this blog’s 3.5 readers.
I have to admit, I was honored when Dr. Hugo reached out to me earlier this year to ask if he could write a column on my blog entitled, “You Can’t Argue with Science.”
You really can’t, can you?
Dr. Hugo never went anywhere without his white lab coat and black-out goggles. He spoke with a thick German accent.
The Mayor turned over the microphone.
“Guten tag, mein leipshin!”
Applause.
“Mayhaps you remember me from mein wunderbar invention, teflon underpants! Buy one pair and you’ll never need to wash another pair of undies ever again!”
He wasn’t lying. Teflon underpants was a major breakthrough for the undergarment industry. I’ve been wearing mine for years with nary a wash and they still smell fabulous.
“And what about the Spolier Stratifier?”
Yes, Dr. Hugo also invented a special device you can wear that picks up on whenever someone is trying to ruin the plot of a TV show you haven’t watched yet and make it sound like they are just yodeling. Countless marriages have been saved.
“Don’t forget the Beyonce-fier!”
The good doctor saved even more marriages through a special pair of glasses that caused all men to look at their wives as if they were Beyonce. For the ladies, he issued a pair called “The Tatum-izer.”
“Don’t even get me started on the Super Collider Walnut Cracker!”
Dr. Hugo was the first man to harness the power of the super collider to hurl molecules unfathomable speeds for the sole purpose of cracking walnuts. It was a great achievement, though not a commercial success, since it was impossible to sell everyone a super collider.
“Undt now, Herrs undt Frauleins, I bring you mein greatest invention yet, the Reality TV Star Transmogrifier!”
I overheard Alien Jones talking to his boss on the phone.
“Yes, Your Potentosity. I am attending the demonstration now.”
“Mein leipshin, are you tired of your television being overrun with people who are famous for doing absolutely nothing?”
I know I was. Alien Jones’ boss is so much so that he plans to take over the Earth if my writing career doesn’t motivate the masses to abandon reality tv altogether.
I’m doing my best, but you guys might want to get used to the idea of an alien overlord.
Dr. Hugo opened up a box and retrieved what appeared to be a laser blaster. It was shiny, bright red and had all kinds of bells and whistles.
“Can we get the reality tv star test subjects up on stage?”
While we were waiting, Dr. Hugo walked up to me.
“BQB mein leipshin! So nice to see you.”
“You too doctor. How are things going at Science University?”
“Oh fine, just fine. Well, there have been rumors that mein invention budget will be slashed in the next fiscal year but who am I to complain?”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Dr. Hugo.”
Despite his mad scientist appearance, Dr. Hugo always presented himself with a kind, courteous demeanor, but occasionally, a dark side poked through.
“As am I,” Dr. Hugo replied. “For now I shall have to make them pay. Nein, the whole world will now have to pay for disregarding mein genius for far too long! Muah ha…muah ha….MUAH HA HA HA HA HA!!!!”
“Huh?” I asked.
“Oh nothing, nothing.”
Taken during the two hour sweeps week special episode, “Jenna Does Yardwork.”
The reality stars took to the stage. There was Jenna Simone, the super foxy blonde whose main claim to fame was that sheonce slept with an NFL player. A tape was leaked and based off that one encounter, she built a multi-million dollar empire that included a fashion line, a perfume, and her TV show, Shopping With Jenna.
Cameras follow her around while she buys clothes. That’s all that happens, yet more people tune in to watch her pick out her next dress than for the president’s state of the union address.
She wore all pink, carried Guillermo, a yippy purse dog that was even smaller than Bookshelf Q. Battledog, and raised up her oversized sunglasses just long enough to make a facial expression that indicated to everyone she was overwhelmingly bored being there.
“Mommy should fire her agent,” Jenna said to Guillermo. “Yes she should.”
Next up were Bob and Todd Streibchek, a pair of grisly brothers/plumbers from the Bronx who rose to fame with their show, “Toilet Catastrophes.”
They were a crowd favorite too.
“People please,” Bob said. “Sure, you’re happy now, but what none of you realize is that inside each and every one of your homes is a porcelain death trap waiting to kill you if not calibrated properly.”
Toilet explosions. People getting sucked into their toilets. Alligators popping out of toilets and biting unsuspecting butts. Bob and Todd had seen it all.
The scene of the crime.
Last but not least, there was the cast of Stereotypical Italian New Jerseyians. Donnie A. Donnie B. Vinny Stugotz. Maria Dub Step and last but not least, Lil’ Schnookums.
Vinny grabbed the mic.
“What, a mad scientist wants to experiment on me ovah hea’? Fahgeddaboudit!”
“What’s that?” Alien Jones asked into his phone. “Vaporize them if the demonstration doesn’t work? Oh Potent One, I don’t believe that would comply with Earth law. What? Yes, I know. Yes. You are the Mighty Potentate.”
Ask the Alien – 7/19/15 – Marion Stein – Alien and/or Yoga Jones
By: Alien Jones, Intergalactic Correspondent
Greetings Earth losers!
The magnanimous mind of Alien Jones here, once again bringing you the knowledge required to raise your planet above its current status as the laughing stock of the Milky Way.
Author Marion Stein asks:
https://twitter.com/Marionstein/status/620621723302559744
Ah, the confusion is understandable. Madam, I do believe you have confused Yoga Jones with…
… a Jones doing yoga.
Don’t worry about it. Happens all the time. While I’m at it, allow me to deny being the relative of:
- Tommy Lee Jones (that craggy faced actor who once told The Fugitive he didn’t care and to put the gun down now.)
- Shirley Jones (Matriarch of The Partridge Family)
- Angus T. Jones (The half-man on the CBS sitcom Two and a Half Men)
- Catherine Zeta-Jones (Welsh actress, ex-wife of Michael Douglas.)
- James Earl Jones (Voice of Darth Vader, Mustafa, and CNN)
- January Jones (Don Draper’s first wife, the one he cheated on a lot but wishes he hadn’t)
For the record, my name actually isn’t Alien Jones. The closest written approximation of my real name is:
H’awa’lekquar Zalazalazalazalazaladimmadimaballa Koveenomix Tromphilogate Scriblero 17.5 Twanny Twim Twally Bolorolax Bek ZsaZsaGabor Heeka heeka heeka heeka AWOLLAGAX!
That translation really doesn’t do it justice.
You might have noticed there’s a “Zsa Zsa Gabor” in there. No, I don’t share a name with an aristocratic Hungarian actress of the 1960’s. In my language, “ZsaZsa” means “Peace” and “Gabor” means prosperity. Thus, there’s the old tradition on my planet of saying, “Good day to you, and may much Zsa Zsa Gabor come your way!”
To properly pronounce my name, you’d have to:
- Pull out your tongue
- Allow another person to jump over it like it was a jumprope
- Tie it in a knot
- Untie it again and…
- Lick a frog
You don’t actually have to lick a frog. I just wanted to see if someone out there would.
Thus, since my name is so difficult to pronounce, I just go with an Earthly last name, hence “Alien Jones.”
Are you a fan of Orange is the New Black? Admittedly, my boss, the Mighty Potentate, is a fan as well. With its mix of humor and drama, not to mention rich character development, His Supreme Fabulousness deems this program to be one more blow against the impending tide of unscripted reality television. Quality fiction is the only thing that can stop the menace that is reality TV from spreading across the universe.
On Marion’s blog, marionstein.net, one can find a number of articles that can help humans improve their intelligence. Thank goodness I’m not the only one devoted to this Herculean effort.
Further, Bookshelf Q. Battler’s 3.5 readers can check out Marion’s Amazon Author Page. “Blood Diva” seems like an especially saucy tale, one about a French courtesan turned vampire.
BQB: Alien Jones! What do aliens call vampires?
AJ: Attorneys!
Bookshelf Battle Blog Legal Counsel Delilah K. Donnelly of Pop Culture Mysteries fame excluded, of course.
Interestingly, Marion’s author page notes she has a background as a social worker. I view myself as a social worker of sorts. What do I do if not help humans become better people by sharing with them the knowledge of my genius brain?
And believe you me, I do this work because it’s a labor of love on my part, and not, as rumored, because the Mighty Potentate has threatened to shoot me out of a cannon directly into one of my home planet’s many suns if I fail to do so.
Thank you for your question, Marion. Continue to educate the humans with your words. I can’t be the only one on the job.
Alien Jones is the Intergalactic Correspondent for the Bookshelf Battle. Do you have a question for the Esteemed Brainy One? Submit it to Bookshelf Q. Battler via a tweet to @bookshelfbattle, leave it in the comment section on this site, or drop it off on the Bookshelf Battle Google + page. If AJ likes your question, he might promote your book, blog, or other project while providing his answer.
Submit your questions by midnight Friday each week for a chance to be featured in his Sunday column. And if you don’t like his response, just let him know and he’ll file it into the recycling bin of his monolithic super computer. No muss, no fuss, no problem.
Ask the Alien – Is Hollywood Capturing What Aliens Really Look Like?
By: Alien Jones, Intergalactic Correspondent
Greetings Earth Losers!
Alien Jones here once again to educate humanity’s masses and help you help yourselves.
This week, avid Bookshelf Battle Blog Reader “Sledpress” has consulted my genius brain thusly:
“But I WANT to see “Flatulence Intervention!” One of my string of weird ex’es needs it…
On the other hand, I’ve been meaning to ask AJ whether a majority of aliens have weirdly wrinkled and shiny leathery skin, or if it’s just that somewhere in Hollywood there are warehouses full of unused Naugahyde that they have to work off.”
Flatulence Intervention is just one of the many reality television programs that my Supreme Overlord, the Mighty Potentate wants off Earth airwaves before it offends his eye receptacles on our home planet, the name of which I’m not allowed to tell you as His Royal Pontentositude fears Hollywood suits will spend copious amounts of Earth money to unlock intergalactic travel for humanity for the sole purpose of peddling reality TV to our home world.
Other Reality TV programs that offend His Epic Potentosity:
DJ Jazzy Jones
- Nuns with Hangovers
- Name that Smell
- Legendary Rock Star Becomes Old, Forgetful and Hilarious
- America’s Next Top Barbershop Quartet
- Fishing with Fred (That’s pretty much the whole show. Fred goes fishing.)
Anyway, Sledpress basically wants to know if Hollywood is doing a good job of capturing what aliens look like.
Well, yes and no.
With their limited imaginations, humans conceive of the concept that there are worlds where beings look vastly different than what they are used to.
For example, renowned science fiction director James Cameron provided your world with the grotesque and hideously scary “Aliens” in the Alien movies.
Years later, he tried to make a fictional species that appeared beautiful in 2009’s Avatar but the effort fell flat and he basically just produced a race of half-man/half-smurfs.
(Seriously, everyone and their Uncle opined that damn movie was going to be the best thing since sliced bread but you haven’t watched it again since you saw it in the theater have you?)
Where Cameron gets it right is this: there are some alien species that you humans, based on your own concepts of beauty, would find attractive or disgusting.
However, keep in mind that beauty or ugliness is in the eye of the beholder.
Some beings would never be attracted to beings with “wrinkly naugahyde skin.” Others won’t go anywhere near a being who doesn’t have it.
It’s a diverse universe out there and every alien has their own preconceived notions of what is and is not appealing.
Personally, I’m glad that my species has developed cloning and outgrown the need for procreation, as that’s a whole rat race that isn’t worth it. My government mandated life mate and I get along because the Mighty Potentate demands that we do so and that’s all this being needs to know.
Alien Jones is the Intergalactic Correspondent for the Bookshelf Battle Blog, on a mission to raise Earth’s collective intelligence levels one question at a time. Do you have a question for the Esteemed Brainy One? Tweet it to @bookshelfbattle on Twitter, leave it in the comments on bookshelfbattle.com, or stop by Bookshelf Battle on Google Plus. If he likes your question, he might even promote your book, blog, other project in his answer.
Alien image courtesy of a shutterstock.com license.
Get Abducted! Help Alien Jones!
Alien Jones.
“Pardon me, Earth loser. Do you have any honey mustard sauce for my space nuggets?”
He’s on a two-fold mission:
1) Help get Bookshelf Q. Battler’s blog off the ground, thus introducing a writer who will stem the tide of reality programming. AJ’s boss, the Mighty Potentate, hates reality programming.
2) Answer questions posed to him in his “Ask the Alien” column, which he writes in an effort to raise Earth’s collective level of intelligence and help it overcome its label of “Dumbest Planet in the Universe.” (Theoretically, this could help with the anti-reality TV mission.)
Do you have a question for the Esteemed Brainy one? Submit it in the comments, tweet it to @bookshelfbattle or leave it on the Bookshelf Battle Google Plus page.
Together, we can stop the onslaught of reality programming, thus ensuring the Mighty Potentate’s eye holes won’t be offended by the likes of:
Reality TV Shows the Mighty Potentate Hates
1) Goat Martial Artists
2) Nazi Housewives of Kalamazoo
3) Flatulence Intervention
4) Who Wants to Marry a Clown? (As in an actual circus clown)
5) The spin off – America’s Next Top Clown (Clowns compete in a clown judged competition to be the nation’s favorite clown)
6) Dancing with the Hobos
7) Day in the Life of Insert Formerly Fabulous Now Elderly and Incompetent Movie Star, Singer, Other Entertainer
8) Satan’s Breakfast Nook (It’s like Hell’s Kitchen, but an angry chef yells at you that you’re scrambling the eggs all wrong)
9) Schmuck Island
10) Antique Ninjas (Not old ninjas but ninjas who go antiquing)
Alien Jones hates stupidity and intergalactic fast food workers who forget to put his honey mustard sauce in the bag.
He’ll have to get his own honey mustard, but let’s him help him answer some questions. Ask away.
As always, he’ll plug your book or blog in his answer.
Alien abduction image courtesy of a shutterstock.com license
Alien Jones on How to Follow Bookshelf Q. Battler
Greetings Earth Losers!
Alien Jones, Intergalactic Columnist
Alien Jones here. As you 3.5 readers are aware, I hail from the most intelligent species in the universe and therefore hold in my cranium a vast reserve of knowledge to answer your questions.
My planet’s Supreme Ruler, The Mighty Potentate, has commanded me to help Bookshelf Q. Battler usher in a new era of entertainment that will push back the scourge of reality television.
Yes, the Mighty Potentate loves his scripted TV and fears that if left unchecked, the reality menace will one day offend his eye receptacles. No one wants a TV full of “Hollywood Housewives on Crack” or “Undercover Dentist” or “Who Wants to Marry a Schmuck?”
(Between you and me, I actually quite enjoyed Who Wants to Marry a Schmuck? The schmuck was the best part. Don’t tell the Mighty Potentate though.)
Anyway, this summer marks Bookshelf Q. Battler’s effort to bring more followers to the blog. That’s fine by me because as soon as BQB starts getting paid for writing the Mighty Potentate will release me from my columnist duties.
How do I, a lowly human, follow Bookshelf Q. Battler?
TWITTER – @bookshelfbattle
GOOGLE+ – https://plus.google.com/+BookshelfBattleblog/posts
It’s not that it takes much effort to write this column. My powerful mind allows me to perform hundreds of tasks simultaneously.
I just feel my brilliance needs to be exposed to more than 3.5 readers.
By the way, if you have a question, I’ll answer it, as I am also on a mission to raise Earth’s collective intelligence levels one answer at a time.
You can ask your questions through this site or the same Twitter and Google Plus info above.
The Mighty Potentate has declared your planet to be uber stupid.
No offense.
Alien image courtesy of a shutter stock.com license.
Ask the Alien – The Mighty Potentate Speaks, Love Advice
A MEMO FROM THE MIGHTY POTENTATE (Alien Jones’ Boss)
RE: Insignificant Humans Who Dare Bask in My Presence
ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY POTENTATE!
Alien Jones! A human has dared speak to me, the Supreme Overlord of our planet, the name of which I forbid Earthlings to hear, lest they molest my eye receptacles with their hideous reality programming. Dispatch my answers to his inquiries posthaste!
WIKZI writes:
Dear Mighty Potentate: Although I am one of the puny humans you so despise, I thought you might want to know that, A) I have never participated in, nor plan on participating in, the creation and/or distribution of reality television programs, earth-based or otherwise.
MIGHTY POTENTATE: You are one of the good ones. However, the key question is not “have you” but “would you?” If given a low budget and a time slot on the public airwaves, would you fill it with “Trashy Housewives of Atlanta” or “Monkey Doctor Adventures?” What about “Supermodel Mudwrestling 4 Cash” or “Plumber Intervention.”
It’s nice that you have not nor plan to, but hopefully you KNOW you never will have anything to do with reality television.
WIKZI: B) as I am now following this blog, your 3.5-person readership has now been upgraded to 4.5 (who the hell is the .5 anyway, I feel sorry for him/her/it. What a loser!). No idea why you chose to grace my insignificant little corner o’ the blogosphere with your August Presence, but know this: I WILL BE WATCHING YOU. Please continue checking my blog at https://graylog.wordpress.com/ for more stories, some related to aliens and some, urm, not. Thank you!
MIGHTY POTENTATE: Confused human! I have no need for bloggery. If I want my thoughts to be in your mind, I’ll just beam them there and make you think you thought them. But thank you for following Bookshelf Q. Battler’s blog. I have identified him as the one human whose wit and wisdom can save the universe from the scourge of reality television, thus dispatching my lackey, Alien Jones, to assist him.
As the ruler of PLANET NAME REDACTED, I order all puny humans to visit Wikzi’s Blog. (The Graylog)
ALIEN JONES here. Thank you, oh Mightiest of Potentates, for gracing us with your presence. The next human to make inquiries was Gary Henry aka @LiteraryGary:
So is the Alien actually going to offer advice to the lovelorn and confused?
Sir, I am under direct orders from the Mighty Potentate to answer all questions posed using the infinite knowledge of my highly evolved brain. That being said, if you check out this file photo of yours truly, you’ll realize I’m missing something that one would need to be considered an expert on love:
I meant there’s no ring on my finger. What were you thinking of? Weirdo.
Having said that, I’ve generally found that most inter-human love quarrels can be solved by the male nodding at the female at regular intervals, throwing out the occasional, “Oh no she did-ent!” or “Girl, you so right!”
Meanwhile, statements such as “Madam, you are incorrect and the following is a logical and highly rational argument as to why” will result in the female attacking with the force of a rabid wolverine upon being cornered.
Apparently, I’m not the only one in the indie blog Q+A game. Henry’s blog, “Honest Indie Book Reviews” features a column called “Ask Vlad the Impaler.”
Perhaps not so surprisingly, most of Vlad’s advice involves someone getting impaled. Old “One Track Mind” Vlad.
Oh, and Bookshelf Q. Battler’s attorney demands I note that the Bookshelf Battle Blog does not endorse impalement.
Good Ole Henry – the indie world needs more supporters like this human.
On that note, I must take my leave, for I am attending a gala on Ronosplat 15. It’s so fancy it requires pants.
Pretentious, if you ask me.
Alien Jones is the Intergalactic Correspondent for the Bookshelf Battle Blog. Do you have a question for the Esteemed Brainy One? Submit it to Bookshelf Q. Battler via a tweet to @bookshelfbattle, leave it in the comment section on this site, or drop it off on the Bookshelf Battle Google + page. If AJ likes your question, he might promote your book, blog, or other project while providing his answer.
Submit your questions by midnight Friday each week for a chance to be featured in his Sunday column. And if you don’t like his response, just let him know and he’ll file it into the recycling bin of his monolithic super computer. No muss, no fuss, no problem.
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