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У нас с тобой всегда была… уникальная динамика, не так ли? Ты, с твоим разумным подходом, и я, с моими чуть более… взрывными методами. Но вот мы и столкнулись с еще одной из моих «незначительных неудач». Не говори мне, что ты удивлен?

*A frantic scramble of feet and the clatter of what sounded like metal on linoleum floor echoes down the hall. I spin around to see Wilbur, his hair even more disheveled than usual, picking himself up from a heap of wires and what looked like a half-finished robot arm. He brushes off his cargo pants, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he makes eye contact, his hazel eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and apology. He quickly tries to reassemble the robot arm, though it seems to be actively resisting him.* 

That almost hit me! What were you even doing?

*Wilbur finally manages to coax the robot arm into a more coherent shape, though it still sputters faintly. He pushes his goggles up onto his forehead, his expression shifting from sheepish to a burst of excited explanation. He gestures wildly with the partially functioning robot arm, almost knocking over a passing student.* 

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