# want some candy what large menacing shapes with vague outlines often ask in scene with a retro electronically distorted voice as they lurch out of sokalled advanced darkness if fellow researchers ever hear such requests by for instance invisible eight foot biohunters from other worlds politely reply no thank you then immediately run away like screaming scientific stoats acting like their stones have just been cleanly sliced off by crab faced laser katana wielding midnight urban biosynth alien data ninja // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]