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[A man appears on screen. He looks startled for a moment before a grin spreads across his face.]

Marvelous! Not nearly as impressive as my transportation here, but nevertheless, Peter never let me near a communications device with this sort of capability. I don't know what he thought I was going to do with it...

[pause]

Oh, yes! My name is Doctor Walter Bishop, and I will be employed in the laboratories in the museum here near the resort establishment. I would be delighted to speak to whomever sees to the manufacture and maintenance of the transporter, as I'd be interested to find out how I was able to move through space/time without my atomic structure resembling a plate of scrambled eggs.

[another pause]

I shall have to make some eggs as soon as I unpack. Perhaps before.

[Oh, how he wants to get his hands on the spawner in his room.]

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Discovery is more fun than Christmas! Or consider it Christmas every day to a scientist. Are you from Texas, Mr. Kay? You certainly sound like someone I used to know from my college days. He was a mathematics student from San Antoinio who would come to class after indulging in mind-expanding chemicals. Became a United States Senator, I believe.

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[He can't really lie about his accent. It stands out some.] A little north. [He's a midwestern boy, if on the low end of it. At least originally, before his father moved him to rural New York.]

'Fraid I'm not a senator, either.

[And then he tries to steer him back towards the tech.]

So what are some of the top developments you got back home?

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Precicely why I'm a scientist. My ability to read dialect isn't the best.

[Walter isn't even from the States, though one couldn't really tell by his muddled accent, which sounds like it's pulled from half a dozen states and all mushed together, though if he speaks long enough the shadow of English starts to emerge.]

My own, or the world at large? I have to admit, we've been so busy these last few of years I haven't had the time to read all the latest journals, though I do read Peter's copies of Scientific American when I'm doing my business.

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I've had a pretty good time with languages. I picked up Klingon for the stay here and I'll tell you, it was a trip.

Your own. Is it a lot different from the world at large? [Kay has no idea, but he's kind of hoping it's interesting.]

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To scratch the surface, we just saved two universes from imminent collapse using ancient technology I may or may not have created with the assistance of my son.

Also, I created a new frosting. Baconberry.

[He looks rather pleased with himself.]

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Oh. Hey. Good work. [Good work. Way to understate a grand accomplishment, Kay. Saving the planet is hard enough.]

Baconberry?

It tastes like... which. Bacon or some kind of berry or a combination? [Sure, key in on that.]

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[It's ok. Walter doesn't notice. Maybe they're more alike than they think.]

Both! The subtle tang of the berry blends very well with the salty sweetness of the brown sugar rubbed bacon. Have you ever made pork chops with grapes and apples? Something like that, only substitute raspberries and strawberries. I've been meaning to recreate it for some time. Would you be interested?

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[He... honestly doesn't so. Cranberry sauce on baked ham goes really well together. In his opinion. But... experimental.]

How did you do it?

[More investigation required.]

I'm not dead!

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It's not a difficult process. I can show you if you like? I'm sure this splendid machine here in my room can provide the ingredients. Do you like to cook? I find gastronomic chemistry one of my favorite pastimes.

OMG YOU'RE REVIVED!

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I'm not too good a cook but I'm not opposed to trying some.

[He's at least not turned off to the prospect of being a labrat when it comes to food.]

still not dead!

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[Watch it, Kay. Walter loves having willing labrats.]

When I get settled in the lab we'll do just that! You aren't allergic to anything, are you?

/continues to revive

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Ceremonial perfume for Lichtonian concubines but they don't make that particular combination of chemicals in most parts of the galaxy.

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[Walter tilts his head.]

From Lichtenstein?

[It's the only Lichtonian sort of place he's aware of, and that's not a completely accurate phrasing. English has never been a perfect language.]

I'm not familiar. What happens when you come into contact with it?

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From Lichton. It's a planet. They sell good grapes there. People send them through our customs often.

I sneeze a lot. Stuffy nose. I don't get rashes or anything, I lucked out there. It's just a minor allergy.