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• Nonetheless, I tracked Marvin down the next day. By that point, I was getting really used to hitting my thumb with a hammer. He hung out in the faculty cafeteria where he liked to lecture the folks around him about the intriguing nuances of Bayesian theory. So, most of our colleagues gave him a wide berth.
• I was studying him as I approached. He seemed more relaxed than usual!! That was a very bad sign. I pulled out the opposite chair, sat, and said, "So how're you and Billie doing?" He gave me his usual look, which resembles that of a bookish sheep, and said, "Oh, fine."
• That wasn't what I was asking him. So, I said more significantly, "Getting any my friend?" Wink-wink... you know how us guys talk.