[[A man in a lab coat is talking to a woman who's sitting on an examining table.]]
Man: Well, until the second trimester, the baby hasn't decided which opening it will exit through.
Woman: *What?*
Man: We'll hope for one of the lower ones, so it won't be fighting gravity.
Did you know you can just BUY lab coats?
{{Title text: Also, it's not like anyone actually calls up the Nobel committee to double-check things.}}
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We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.