| Lingual and cultural differences impede communication among NASA physicists. |
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| Facing a launch deadline, the physicists reach a compromise and finally manage to communicate. |
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| Women in Stanford physics departments too smaht, no cook. Complain when I him them. My wife, she smile. | |
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| Hit her? Hit her?! f#*k that noise. I cut my bitches with broken glass. | |
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| Meanwhile, a small coterie of Texas oil magnates gathers on a country club patio and looks upwards. |
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| This shall be a fine spectacle! Oh Giles, if you can catch a shuttle piece in your pitcher, I'll even let you sell it on eBay! | |
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| Oh massah, you too kind! | |
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