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Sari: After eating a giant slice of cake, he’ll separate into two Gabes?
Ollie: You mean three Gabes…
Lori: Why three??
Nobody replies to Lori’s question.
Rami: I’m an advocate for creating his own Gabe Jr. through robotic engineering.
Rague: Why not laying eggs?
Ollie: Like a chicken?
Raph: More like a giant praying mantis
Michael: Would he eat his partner afterword?
Rami: He definitely would
Uri: The simplest theories are the best
Ollie: Like impregnating a woman
Lori: Or a man
Sari: M-preg, that’s interesting
Rague: And laying eggs is not plausible?
Rami: C-3PO, no input? Are you rebooting?
Me: I’m leaving this chat
Raph: Why, Gabe? Are you crying?
Me: I don’t cry
Rami: Right, coz you’d rust
Uri: Did you fire your witch of a PA? She screamed like a banshee when security dragged her out the ballroom
Rague: Fired her, or set her on fire?
Lori: I vote for the latter
Rague: Let’s light the witch up!
Rami: Cool down, Hulky
Hunter: What happened with Gabe’s PA?
Rami: I told you this morning in the shower, Grizzly
Hunter: I didn’t hear you
Rami: My noise-canceling bod strikes again!
Uri: Gag
