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Love is overrated. I mean, seriously.

Sometimes, no.

Most of the time, you mean. All the time, if you're my friends.

Depends on the people. I have noticed that when my lieutenant's at his most reckless and idiotic, there's always a woman involved, though.

Well, most guys tend to think with what's between their legs, so I can't say I'm surprised.

I've tried to train it out of him, but it really doesn't seem to be working.

If you figure out a way to make it work, let me know. I think I'm going to try it on my friends too. Maybe then they'll stop being such morons.

Well, if I haven't come up with something in twelve years, it's not likely to happen, but if it does I'll definitely get in touch.

I have faith in you. I mean, after twelve years, you've got to be close to a cure, right?

Hopefully. I'll keep working at it.

Good. Half of the world will thank you.

If you happen to have any insight into the problem, let me know, all right?