Approximately thumb sized, answers to name of "Tusko", or "Lunch." May have fallen into the pockets of visitors to my underground lair the other day. Be advised he does like to gore moving targets. Tiny, tiny moving targets.

A word of advice for anyone who decides to pay me a visit.

If you enter a tunnel that seems to be kind of cylindrical, and the walls are made of metal and lets out in the side of a hill? You'll probably want to get out of it very quickly, because it's the test launcher for a scale model of a ballistic launched vehicle.

Really, it was half there already. Designing the launch vehicle so occupants can survive the landing is the hard part. And I'm running out of Mannequins. Which I never though after finding the room with hundreds of the damned things underneath Tate.

Note to self: When creating new life in the laboratory, think of the poodles.

I've created a car steering wheel with an integrated thumb keyboard that syncs with standard cellular bluetooth. Now that idiot I saw driving on campus texting and using his knees to steer has -no excuse- to take his hands off the wheel, especially once I jimmy the lock on his car door and replace it.

Kinkos gave me a weird look for printing up the user manual, again. You'd think they'd be used to it by now.

I investigated. Sadly it is nowhere near as interesting as it sounds, I fear. And they didn't even want to -try- using my laser for it; It'd be trivial to set it up an array of them around the house that would shoot the cigarettes out of your mouth whenever you tried to smoke.

So I've been exploring the tunnels under the school, my now semi-permanent residence during my stay at Meridan, I've discovered an odd fact: Namely, that a -number- of the surface entrances come out inside of someone's dorm room closet. This is perhaps not surprising, since I gained entrance into the network from my own closet, but it makes you wonder just -who- needed secret access to student rooms and why.

I think I need to dust off my old theories about cannibal cults from my days at Dowd and re-examine them in the light of the current Trustees.

Mad Scientist seeking assistant. Hunchback preferred, but hump will be provided if necessary. If using provided hump, must avoid Marty Feldman Schtick. Experience robbing graves a plus. Must have good tolerance for electricity and the occasional accidental burn from experimental fuels. Signing bonus if you provide own coach and horses and have lead on castle with appropriate weather.

Contact link provided below.

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