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“Stanford, why are we keeping that thing in the house?” asked Fiddleford. The “thing” responded with a noise somewhere between a coo, a gurgle, and a squeal.
Stanford scowled. “It represents a revolutionary breakthrough in the field of cryptozoology, Fiddleford! Why wouldn’t we keep it here?”
“It leaves trails of toxic slime wherever it goes! Does that really not bother you?”
“I’ll admit the slime is not… ideal,” replied Stanford, “but think of all the opportunities! I could conduct experiments with it, run it through tests…”
“Ooor you could mop up after it once in a while.”
“Er, that too.”