[[The Burning Bush of Exodus fame speaks to Moses, who is shielding himself with his arm, as if a great gust of wind is overtaking him.]]
Bush: I AM THAT I AM, THE *LORD* YOUR GOD AND THE GOD OF YOUR FATHERS, OF ABRAHAM, OF ISAAC, AND OF JACOB.
[[A droid comes into frame, Moses looks down at it.]]
Bush: AND THIS IS MY COUNTERPART, R2-D2.
<<BLEEP BLOOP>>
{{Title text: Great, LO-M. Do you speak Bocce? I'm supposed to find one that speaks Bocce.}}
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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.