Oh ho ho ho. This is rich. Look at Lu Ann's face in the second panel. You can practically feel the beads of sweat forming on her brow. "...a curator? What does a curator do? A what now? Is that what I'm supposed to do? I should know what that is, shouldn't I. Crap. Now I'll never be able to cool his affections with my giant brains!"
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