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The first post was a great success so I thought to indulge my writers block on post these.

I can solve one side of a Rubik’s Cube.

Hey baby, wanna be my endosymbiont?

If I were an enzyme, I would be DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes.

Are we at the beginning of time? Because I’m expecting some Big Bang!

Want to test the Biological model of separation of species?

I wish I was a derivative so I could lie tangent to your curves.

You must be my integral, because you fit perfectly right under me.

Hey baby, can I raid your tomb?

I’ll be sin2 and you can be cos2 and then together, we’ll be one.

You must be the square root of 2 cause I feel irrational around you.

By looking at you I can tell you’re 36-25-36, which by the way are all perfect squares.

It doesn’t take a genius to see how gorgeous you are, but if it did, I would be overqualified.

You’re must be like a carbon molecule, ’cause every part of me wants to bond with you.

I’m attracted to you so strongly, scientists will have to develop a fifth fundamental force.

You must know Bernoulli’s Principle, ’cause damn, you so fly!

You can put a Trojan on my Hard Drive anytime.

Say, isn’t that Schoerdinger’s Dress you’re wearing? I don’t suppose there’s a chance that perhaps later on I might get to collapse your waveform?

…and the similar:

I’m like Schroedinger’s cat, because every time you look at me, I die.

Wanna recombine our DNA?

I must have a Bunsen burner in my chest, ’cause darlin’, my heart’s on fire.

I’d like to find the area under your curves.

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