DeLoreann Ipsum

You’ll find out. Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to get them re-typed. Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your handwriting. I’ll get fired. You wouldn’t want that to happen would you? Would you? Now that’s a risk you’ll have to take you’re life depends on it. Ahh. Are you okay?

Take care. Don’t worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine. George. Jesus, you smoke too? Ah.

About 30 years, it’s a nice round number. I haven’t I know, and all I could say is I’m sorry. Okay. How could I have been so careless. One point twenty-one gigawatts. Tom, how am I gonna generate that kind of power, it can’t be done, it can’t.

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