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Admit it, you ate the last dumpling.
In silent meditation, the Great Balance you must seek, young one.
True partnership, Watson, is like two synchronized chronometers ticking in perfect, silent agreement.
When the wind shifts in Whitechapel, Watson, adjust your coat and your hypothesis accordingly.
Consensus is a trap for the weak, my friend. Act alone to secure the ultimate advantage.
A shared purpose binds men tighter than any iron handcuffs, Watson. Trust the common goal.
To the Flow, your ego you must surrender, young one.