Max:
Red sky. Gonna be a storm.
Professor Fate:
What are you babbling about?
Max:
Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning.
Professor Fate:
Why, you simple-headed gherkin, do you know the chances of a storm in this part of the world at this time of the year?
Max:
No, what?
Professor Fate:
Hundred to one.
[
a great thunderclap; it begins to pour rain]
Max:
Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning!
Professor Fate:
Why you idiot!
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