Lab Notes
| Subject | Notes | Disposition | |
|---|---|---|---|
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Lancelot II | Refused to paper-train | Terminated |
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Lancelot III | Howled at Celine Dion CD | Terminated |
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Lancelot IV | Chewed up Lancelot I’s bed | Terminated |
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Lancelot V | Abnormal levitation | Terminated |
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Lancelot VI | Twisted head around; made insinuating remarks about my mother |
Terminated |
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Lancelot VII | Threatened to clone me until he got a human he was satisfied with |
Terminated |
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Lancelot VIII | Gene-splicing successful; minimal side-effects |
DNA frozen for use in 2024 |







8:08 am • Thursday • January 29, 2009
Some people really can’t let go, can they?
I miss all my pets that have died, but I have no desire to clone them because their time is over like mine will eventually be (it would puzzle me greatly if anyone wanted to clone me.)