Oh man, this is my new favorite thing. Take one of the smartest men alive today, slow him down just a tad and suddenly everything he saying sounds like the product of brown acid. Just like our parents used to giggle at 45 rpm records played at 33, things at the wrong speed will never not be funny.
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