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I specialize in telekinesis, the thesis The leading expert on war, and diseases The brilliant Doctor X, no is colder The master specifically protects you ebola Its is impossible, totally irrelevant The compounds are not found on a periodic table of Adamantium plus Vibranium the fords your bill Will your cranium If anyone would try to place the mask upon face The mask yah It's designed to match molecular structure Plus the goal was to give it a touch of The master [?] adjust to your repulsive thrusters Busta psychology, the that adapts to the environment the [?] technology But I digress, I confess The mass is my best invention yet, Doctor X
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