You announced your intention to join the National Inventors Council.
“They could just have me around, and ask me questions.”
Unfortunately, you were persuaded by Antheil to help the war effort by trading on your celebrity, raising $7,000,000 in a one-day kissing marathon.
“I’m just a gold-digger for Uncle Sam.”
In Jim Ottavani’s conception, you were given a new “occupation.”
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Dignifying Science
