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Part One
"Eureka!" shouted Raphael just as Varon came in from his basketball game.
"I know, but I didn't get a chance to take a shower," said Varon.
"No, I mean I just came up with a brilliantly scathing idea!" Raphael began cackling evilly and rubbing his hands together.
"And what is this 'brilliantly scathing' idea of yours?" inquired Varon.
"This, briliiantly scathing idea of mine is the gadget that will benefit mankind for many generations. It is known as the 'George Bailey Camera/Photoshop'," said Raphael proudly.
"And what does this stupid camera do?" asked Varon, picking up the camera Raphael had placed on the table. Raphael snatched his camera back and said,
"My, 'stupid camera' as you say, does more than that fat head of yours will ever do. You see, with the power of Photoshop inside of it, it can make people not show up after taking their picture."
Raphael said,
"Yes, but for you, I don't need to use the Photoshop software to make you disappear. You're so ugly that my camera will spin out of the way, whenever I try to take a picture of you. You're as ugly as my mother's uncle's grandfather's roomate's grandmother."
"And how would you know!" demanded Varon.
"I have a picture of her, right here," said Raphael reaching for his wallet.
"I'll pass," said Varon.
End of Part One.