Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah. So when I was in the spaceship apparently I wasn't conscious, but through extensive hypnotherapy (that I had to pay because our government is so cheap) the following dialogue was extracted:
"Why is one leg shorter than the others?"
"It's not that much shorter. Besides, half the population only have 4 legs."
"This is silly, why does Joanne's only have 4 legs and ours has 5? I want a new specimen."
"Well talk to Mr. Halfinger about it."
"No, he's a jerkwad."
"You're a jerkwad."
"Yeah, but I don't make the whole class dissect these thingies just to satisfy my jollies."
"Look, if you're so worked up about that 5th leg just cut it off."
"Cut it off.... yeah?"
"Yeah. It probably doesn't need it. I'm sure the thing won't even miss that stumpy little leg when it wakes up."
"Maybe..."
"You could keep it as a souvenir."
"Heh heh..."
"Or stick it in Joanne's locker."
"Yeah, that'd be funny. Alrite. Hand me the scissors. Right. Now: hold it up for me... Hold it up!"
"Okay okay... but... wait; there's no bone in this leg."
"Maybe that's why it's so short."
"It's not that short, dude."
"Okay whatever; maybe that's why it's only as long as it is."
"Better. Got the scissors ready?"
"Yep."
"On three. Ready? One... Twooooo... Th--"
"HEY, WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?"
"Nothing, Mr. Halfinger."
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Some people compensate by buying fast, expensive cars. Other people buy reasonably fast, fairly expensive cars because they can't afford the really fast ones, but don't feel it compensates ENOUGH, so they start blogs.
I wouldn't know.
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