



Patron: I don’t think he’s supposed to be here.
Lucy: The library is open to everyone.
Patron: He smells.
Lucy: He smells like a campfire.
Patron: I hate the outdoors.
Lucy: Then you should hike over to our microfiche reader and enjoy the aroma of melting plastic.-
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78 in and we suddenly discover Lucy has sass.