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Nick: Finally retiring after all these years, Uncle Wise?
Wisebottom: Ah, Nicholas! Thanks for your assistance.

Wisebottom: I apologize for the mess. I just finished sorting out my personal stuff to load into the truck.
Ki: And which pile of mad science refuse is that?

Wisebottom: The one by the door. Fortunately, by Tesla, I'm going to miss this place. So many memories, so many inventions...
Nick: So many disintegrations...

Ki: And just what will you do with yourself now that you have unlimited free time? Surely not take up fishing...?
Wisebottom: Oh, but of course! But only with my laser-guided, sonic powered, rail-gun style harpoon rod.