6″(Sweat glistens off the front of his colossal, globular forehead, as his eyes look upward and he searches through his thoughts for the proper words. You watch his veins pulsate as blood enters his ginormous cranial cavity to feed his active brain computation. He looks at you, squinting his eyes in jovial hospitality, and says, smiling,) You know, the quickest way to get between two points is not always the shortest. (He tries to read your thoughts.) What say you?
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