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Tycho is in the bar.

With scissors. And construction paper, and glue. Oh yes, glorious glue. And glitter.

He might be grinning evilly as he puts glue drops on the Ewok that's on his table, and sprinkles glitter on it.

Oh he's so evil!!

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"I don't smell chicken. I smell glue. Oh God, my grandmother's chicken always smelled like glue. Shit! Shit, man!" Oh great. You've freaked him out.

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"Tycho Brahe. I can tell you my wife's name and my roommate's name and his wife's name and all that if you need it too!" Tycho flails!!

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Tycho does so. "What does this prove?! What the fuck, man? Are you a doctor? NO. I DON'T THINK SO. YOU ARE A FUCKING NINJA!"

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"BUT YOU DON'T SAVE PEOPLE FROM STROKES WHEN YOU TEND DO YOU?! NO I DIDN'T THINK SO!" Tycho heaves for a moment. "I NEED BEER."