So my dream last night consisted of my friend Tim Lyons and I stealing (well, moving down the hall, really) a tank of ether (don't ask, it wasn't for our use) from Bill Nye the Science Guy's classroom (of whom, we were students), and Mr. Nye getting very angry with us. Apparently it had happened before and he had just been waiting to catch someone in the act. Well anyway, he laid a huge guilt trip on both of us and we spent the remainder of the time sulking and feeling guilty that such a great mind had reprimanded us and that we were no longer in his good graces, so we did what any misguided kids would do, caused more trouble. Needless to say, it was fun.

Moral of the story: Bill Nye is sensitive about his ether, so leave it be.

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