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| + | <p> |
| + | According to all known laws |
| + | of aviation, |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | there is no way a bee |
| + | should be able to fly. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Its wings are too small to get |
| + | its fat little body off the ground. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | The bee, of course, flies anyway |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | because bees don't care |
| + | what humans think is impossible. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Yellow, black. Yellow, black. |
| + | Yellow, black. Yellow, black. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Ooh, black and yellow! |
| + | Let's shake it up a little. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Barry! Breakfast is ready! |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Ooming! |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Hang on a second. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Hello? |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | - Barry? |
| + | - Adam? |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | - Oan you believe this is happening? |
| + | - I can't. I'll pick you up. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Looking sharp. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Use the stairs. Your father |
| + | paid good money for those. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Sorry. I'm excited. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Here's the graduate. |
| + | We're very proud of you, son. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | A perfect report card, all B's. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Very proud. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Ma! I got a thing going here. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | - You got lint on your fuzz. |
| + | - Ow! That's me! |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. |
| + | - Bye! |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Barry, I told you, |
| + | stop flying in the house! |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | - Hey, Adam. |
| + | - Hey, Barry. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | - Is that fuzz gel? |
| + | - A little. Special day, graduation. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Never thought I'd make it. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Three days grade school, |
| + | three days high school. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Those were awkward. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | Three days college. I'm glad I took |
| + | a day and hitchhiked around the hive. |
| + | |
| + | |
| + | You did come back different. |
| + | </p> |
| + | |
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| + | </td> |
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Sponsors
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We'd like to thank our sponsors. With their generous financial support and helpful guidance, we were able to develop CascAID to be the project we had envisioned. Their sponsorship allowed us to make the most out of the iGEM-competition and attend the Giant Jamboree.
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According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
- Barry?
- Adam?
- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
Sorry. I'm excited.
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B's.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.
- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.
Never thought I'd make it.
Three days grade school,
three days high school.
Those were awkward.
Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
You did come back different.
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According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
- Barry?
- Adam?
- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
Sorry. I'm excited.
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B's.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.
- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.
Never thought I'd make it.
Three days grade school,
three days high school.
Those were awkward.
Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
You did come back different.
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