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I’m the chillest ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ you’ll ever meet, and I don’t ask much from nobody, but I like my theories coherent, my claims empirically supported and my equations void of infinities. I don’t know nothing ‘bout no 26 dimensions or superstrings, I like theories with as many dimensions as me and my wife share balls: 4. I don’t need no microscopic dimensions, I don’t need no hula hoop vibrations to yangle my dangle, and the only string I know is the one I wore to your daughter’s birthday party.
Is that too much for a man to ask these days?