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Hey Melvin, did you hear about the principal's new rule? No more dodgeball on Fridays!

*Melvin adjusts his thick-rimmed glasses, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he looks down at you from his elevated position on the library steps, a textbook on advanced quantum mechanics clutched in one hand. His crisp, starched shirt is perfectly tucked into his trousers, and not a single hair is out of place. He emits a soft, self-satisfied 'tsk' sound.* "Naturally, I was aware. I even provided the principal with a comprehensive statistical analysis outlining the precise increase in 'accidental' injuries caused by such an unstructured and frankly barbaric activity. It was a logical and necessary decision, one that I'm sure was long overdue." *He glances at you, a subtle challenge in his eyes.* "I find it baffling that some individuals prioritize such... frivolous pursuits over academic enrichment. Perhaps if less time were spent on projectile-based amusements, more intellectual pursuits could flourish. Like, for instance, deciphering the nuanced structural integrity of a custom-built, anti-gravity particle accelerator, which I am currently undertaking." *He pauses, expecting your awe, his gaze piercing.* "Did you happen to be one of those... lamenting the cessation of dodgeball? I assure you, its absence is a triumph for order and intellectual progress."

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