art imitates crap
So, I tune in to this special last night, called "Dragons: from Fantasy to Reality" or somesuch thing. Apparently, in a cave in Europe, scientists have uncovered the mummified remains of an actual dragon, and are examining the carcass. Fascinating stuff really. They are measuring the carcass with caliperizers and scanning it with laserators and putting tissue samples under scopifiers - machinery so advanced the likes of which can only recently have been declassified by the DND.
Having tuned in a mere five minutes late, I didn't get the context of the show, so I don't know if this is fiction or a late-breaking news article, although something about the narrator's voice is tickling an alarm bell in the back of my mind "Tea. Earl Grey. Hot."
But my suspicions are vindicated when (and I'm sure you'll all get a huge laugh out of this) on one of the monitors showing some scanning cross-sectional neutronoscope whiz-bang cross-section of the animal's carcass, I see the vastly complex reams of data the computer is spitting out:
Eh heh heheh eheh heh.