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>They had finally made it to the deepest underground level of the Dulce Laboratory. Rows upon rows of cryogenic stasis chambers met their eyes, sweeping out as far their eyes could see.
>”My God,” said Stephen with a gasp. He took a few dazed steps forward and began inspecting the name-plates on the chambers. “Finnegan L. Wicker ... Finnegan O’Blimey ... Finnegan O’Leary... Here are were all the missing Finnegans went, Bloom! They must have abducted every last ‘Finnegan’ in Ireland for these twisted experiments! How long do you think it will take to free them all?”
>”Doesn’t matter how long it takes, boy,” Bloom said gruffly. “We’re not gonna stop working ... till all the Finnegans wake.”

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