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Roger Meddows Taylor majored in Biology, not Dentistry.
Roger, the biologist is back, and he has sheep this time.
Roger, the biologist: Are you sure you're okay, Fred? Freddie, crying: Yeah... it's just the onions Roger, the biologist: Roger, the biologist: Freddie those are potatoes
Brian: my best friend must be of the utmost logical mind and- Roger, the biologist: *falls out of a tree* Brian: I want that one
Freddie: Must you always attack us with words? Roger, the biologist: I can use rocks instead
*At Rockfield Farm* Freddie: *Opens the curtains to the sunrise and distant screaming* John: What was that? Brian: Roger is sleep herding sheep again
Roger, the biologist, recording a video: We have to start using metal straws Roger, the biologist: Cause honey we need to save the fucking turtles cause without turtles! Roger, the biologist: Roger, the biologist: We wouldn't have turtles.
Freddie: Blowing on a dandelion is basically helping a weed ejaculate Brian: I was having a good day. We were all having a good day. Roger, the biologist: I mean it's kind of not, seeds aren't analogous to sperm, hell, pollen isn't analogous to sperm, plants don't do dimorphic gametes like that. a better analogy would be firing a couple dozen fully-formed babies from a tshirt cannon. Brian: Now we are having a good day again
Brian: Ok but what if your house is crawling with ghost bugs from every insect you ever killed in your home. Roger, the biologist: Swallow those too John: Hey, how's it going, nice shirt. Just real quick, what the fuck?
Roger, the biologist: *walks out into a field of sheep with a crook that is bigger than he is* Sheep: *stare at Roger* Roger, the biologist: I am your god now.
John: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container. Roger, the biologist: THE COW?!?
Roger, the biologist: You ever think about cicadas? Roger, the biologist: They scream, fuck, and die. Roger, the biologist: Bloody legends.
Roger, the biologist: Bri, what's the biggest book you have? Brian: Looking for a challenge? Roger, the biologist: I'm trying to kill a spider
Roger, the biologist, drunk off his ass: If you were to take your large and small intestine, and lay it out on the ground in a straight line, you would die Freddie: ............. I mean... you're not wrong
Roger, the biologist: Do you ever think about how your skeleton is always wet? John: I wish I never had but thank you for ruining my life
Brian: What is a 'furry'? Roger, the biologist: Enjoy these last few seconds before I tell you.
Roger, the biologist: Your average pineapple, peeled and cut makes about 4.5 cups or 36 ounces of pineapple chunks. Cans of pineapple come in a variety of sizes the most common being 20oz and 46oz. Meaning a single pineapple won't generally fill up a whole can perfectly which also means every time you eat pineapple from a can someone somewhere else has the can that has the rest of that same pineapple. Which means you can share a single fruit with a stranger from hundreds or millions of miles away and I think that's beautiful. Freddie: Freddie: Freddie: How much sleep are you getting? Roger, the biologist: Not enough, mate.
Roger, the biologist: Life is sometimes like an egg Brian: Explain. Roger, the biologist: Has chickens in it
Rory: Will you tell me where babies come from? Roger, the biologist: Ask your mum.
Freddie: Rog, we're made of atoms, correct? Roger, the biologist: Yes. Everything is. Freddie: Are shadows? Roger, the biologist: ... Freddie: Are dreams? Roger, the biologist: *implodes*
