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me:
(out shopping, looking all fly with my Marvel comics tote bag featuring several characters)
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dude:
nice bag.
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me:
thanks. (keeps on shopping)
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dude:
do you even know who all those characters are?
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me:
uh... yeah?
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dude:
ok then, who's that guy? (points at a character on the bag)
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me:
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me:
wait, are you asking me to prove that I'm enough of a fan enough to carry this bag?
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dude:
(smirks) that's what I thought. He's called the Silver Surfer. I bet you don't even know his real name.
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me:
does it matter? (starts to edge away before I start punching throats)
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dude:
psh, you're not a real fan.
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me:
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me:
(slowly unsheathing my Wolverine claws)
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me:
how many pairs of chromosomes do humans contain in their cells?
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dude:
uh... what?
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me:
explain the function of cellular mitosis?
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dude:
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me:
what is the purpose of myelin sheath with regards to the formation of new neural pathways?
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dude:
what are you even talking about?
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me:
oh, well it seemed that you were implying that if I don't know as much about the Marvel universe as you do, then I can't possibly be considered a real fan. This is me implying that because you don't know as much about the human body as I do, you can't possibly be considered a real human being.
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dude:
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dude:
Um, I... wow. You're right. Have a nice day. (starts to shuffle away)
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me:
his name is Norrin Radd.
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dude:
(looks extremely embarrassed)
