*in the distance* Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrggghhh! Carson: Oh God, what now? Wings? Elizabeth: I suppose that qualifies as an extra limb. Carson: And he's glowing. I don't have a box for glowing. How would you even word that? Elizabeth: 'Previously unobserved phospherescence'? Carson: You've got a real knack for this, haven't you? Elizabeth: Thank you Carson, I call it 'The Fine Art of Bullshit'.
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*in the distance* Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrggghhh!
Carson: Oh God, what now? Wings?
Elizabeth: I suppose that qualifies as an extra limb.
Carson: And he's glowing. I don't have a box for glowing. How would you even word that?
Elizabeth: 'Previously unobserved phospherescence'?
Carson: You've got a real knack for this, haven't you?
Elizabeth: Thank you Carson, I call it 'The Fine Art of Bullshit'.