Here at the Frankenlab we are always very careful to keep a close eye on our experiments. We pride ourselves on our watertight medical ethics, our stringent scientific methods and the fact they we have the most sparkly white lab coats West of the River Rhine. Apart from one unfortunate incident where we genetically spliced 10 kilos of blue Smarties with a meerkat embryo, accidentally creating kids’ TV presenter Dave Benson Phillips in the process, we have a safety record second to none. It is with the utmost confidence, therefore, that I can categorically state that the strange creature terrorising the homestead in Devon and Livvy’s Frankenstory below has absolutely nothing to do with the Frankenlab.
Well, nothing you could prove in a court of law anyway.
There was once a boy by the name of Billy. On a Sunday in May, little Billy was skipping along, until he came to a house. “What’s in that house?”, Billy wondered out loud. when he was finished talking to himself, he made the decision to walk up the path leading to the house. He went up the steps, and realized that the door was ajar. Looking around to make sure noone was watching, he… suddenly let loose his true self; in doing that, tentacles sprouted from his back. These tentacles explored the inner workings of the establishment, and with that tore the house down. His tentacles rested at his sides, Billy breathing heavily. After he caught his breath, a thought popped into his head. “Damn, I really want some ice cream…” and so he ran off into the sunset, searching for the nearest 7-11. the end.
(See the original story here.)
Auf wiedersehen,