Wednesday, April 28, 2010

It was...

…an abomination. Even I admitted that, and I’m what you’d call a “Mad” scientist.

You see, as surface area increases geometrically, mass increases exponentially. So he lay there, 40 feet long, gasping for air, wheezing and doing little else, every moment agony. His life, though living hell, wouldn’t be long. I took some comfort in that

Sometimes I hate being a geneticist.

The colour was easy. A layer of bleach, then fire-engine red.

“Clifford!” my niece called out. She threw her arms around him joyously.

I felt horrible, but how can a man say no to a six year old?

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