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"Clara, my love, what are you doing?" asked Emmett.
"Why, I'm dusting, of course, Emmett," said Clara, confused.
"Yes, I can see that. But why?"
"Because your laboratory gets dusty!" She paused, lowering the duster for a moment, "Am I damaging your inventions or something? I thought I was being careful..."
"No, no, it's fine. It just seems like so much work. Remember on our last trip to 1985, I bought a labour-saving device called a Dustbuster?"
"Yes, Emmett, I remember. So in order to save me the labour of moving a duster around, you propose that I move that contraption around, while you run around trying to keep that electrical generator of yours going?"
"Ah. I suppose a more efficient labour-saving method would be if I took a turn?"
Clara considered this for a moment. "Yes, I think that would be most acceptable."