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Stevo: No idea.
Bob: His hair.
Stevo: His hair?
Bob: His ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hair. It was arsenic. You could tell how long he was being poisoned by following the traces of poison up his hair. Dude, dude, dude, if you do enough hits of it you're dead!
Stevo: It really makes you think, doesn't it Bob?
Bob: Think? Think what?
Stevo: That chemistry's the wrong ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ major for a guy like you. It's the wrong major, Bob!
Bob: Well you should lay off the acid anyways man.