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AND NOW, THE END IS HERE..... (email the scientist)
Alas! Alack! All my efforts were rendered useless by an oversight. I left the bones out in the bucket and something or someone got into the bucket and had a go at the pieces. What was left over isn't even really worth looking at, so here's a picture:
It hurts me to dedicate so much of my life to a project and have nothing come of it. Worse? The Jindo has now been returned to its owner's house, so I no longer have a trained killer at hand.
But I am not daunted and will continue with my research. Perhaps someday you will meet me as I do my research. I'll be the guy who smells like a can of tuna fish and is wandering around muttering "here kitty, kitty, kitty. Here kitty!"
Some Rubrics By Which we can Judge
the Hideosity of The Project |
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| Smell: Defeat! The smell of defeat in my nostrils! |
Consistency: Dust in the wind! Everything is dust in the wind. |
Visual Appeal: |
Shrinkage: Grandma in about 100 years |