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"MOTHER FUCKER" Hank screamed through his home. "They won't get away with this." And with that declaration, Hank bought a ticket to his hometown of Orlando, Florida.
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"You know Beth, that video you stitched of Hank Green is gaining a lot of traction." Ai looked up from their phone as they chatted.
"I know, I wonder if I was a little harsh?"
"Nah. It's not like he'll see it."
And with that, the door to the cafe slammed open. Heads turned to see Hank Green standing in the doorway.
"Oh my god." Beth said, "How did you get this address?"
"I'm Hank Green, I have my ways," he said as the door fell off the hinges. "The real question is why would you dare insult my baked bean furby?"
"Why? Dude that thing is a freak of plastic, why wouldn't I? I don't like beans I don't like furbies why would I like THAT?"
"It is ART! I would know, my sister-in-law is an artist!"
"It's a freak of nature!"
"You don't know the first thing about science!"
"Well, neither do you!!!"
The comment struck the biochemist. They were right. Sure he knew about biochem, but what did he really know? He didn't know if aliens existed, let alone what lay at the bottom of the sea. He laid down in the coffee shop on the floor in the fetal position.
"That kid with hot pink hair is right, I don't know anything. I'm not a scientist, I'm a phoney with a tik tok"
Beth sat down next to him.
"Well....you might not know everything, but you do know some things, like how to google, how to make a good informational video, and how to ask other scientists for help, most stem majors can't even do that."
Hank sniffed and looked towards the kid. "What you suppose I do with the furby, then? You're clearly the expert."
Beth looked at Ai, clearly confused. They had only gotten to Orlando yesterday and hadn't started the Floridian rite of passage™. Maybe Ai would know what to do with the rest of the time that Hank would be here.
Ai stood up. "This is a weird way to finally meet you, but big fan. As for the furby, I have just the idea. How much money are you willing to spend?"
Hank paused, then decided he was all in. "As much as you need, kid."
"I have been planning this for a while. I have the permits in place, I've just been waiting for the right time and funds." Ai leaned down and whispered her plans to Hank. "So, wanna help?" They said as they pulled away.
Hank looked back, proud tears glistening in his eyes. "It would be my greatest honour."
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"Ok, Hank, do you have the camera set up? Is the team ready? Is the furby in place?" Beth shouted over the sounds of trucks and tanks getting into position.
"Yup!" He yelled back. "All we have to do is hit the button."
The trio stood back and looked one last time at the iconic 'Eyesore on I-4'
"Goodbye old friend," Hank said as he opened the cover to the large red button.
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
BOOOOOOM
And with the push of a button, the Eyesore, and the furby, were blown to smithereens.