I’m sorry, ma’am, but while
attempting to travel through time,
your husband’s body was
transmogrified into a slice of pie.
What kind of pie?
Oh my God, no!
As the Wife sobs, the Scientist puts his arm around her and
then suggestively kisses the nape of her neck.
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