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Sherlock Holmes and Watson are strolling through London when, out of nowhere, a cat leaps onto Watson and pees on him.
“Oh, bloody hell!” Watson exclaims. “My coat is ruined!” “You’ll have to take it up with the owner,” Sherlock replies calmly. “But I haven’t the slightest idea who the owner is!” “Elementary, my dear Watson. You are both pissed on and pissed off at the same time, so it must be Schrödinger’s cat.”
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