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Dr Quickly: Egads I'm lonely -- the life of a reclusive MAD SCIENTIST. But this is certainly soluble -- there's no need for me to BE a 'chick magnet' when I can MAKE ONE!!
Dr Quickly: MMMARRRVELOUS! MY MAD MIND MADE ME A MATE MAGNET! (And it only took a couple days!)
Dr Quickly: NOW! THE CONTROLS!! I ACTIVATE!!!
<<CLICK>>
<<VRRRRRRRR>>
<<floppa! floppa! floppa!>>
[[Meats of various types fly from seemingly nowhere to stick to the magentized surface of the device.]]
Dr Quickly: WHAT? Not hot chicks at all -- luncheon meats? How am I to get BOOTY from BOLOGNA?
[[A happy ending after all: the Doctor sits beside a path, under a tree, eating a sandwich made with some of the meats his invention found for him.]]