Occasionally in the course of human events, an ordinary individual, who's life is bound to the mainland, will accidentally release a piece of knowledge that will glide on the cool winds of genius to the cool island. Today, Mr. Friedman was lucky in this manner. He even submitted several applications for immigration and I struck them down with my large red stamp marked "UNCOOL." He should feel privileged that this little insight of his made it this far, because he never will. Friedman, go play with your flat toys.
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