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I've been thinking...what if I were genetically designed for only one purpose? Vengeance. My parents unearthed their life savings in order that they might one day unleash wrath upon their dearest enemy, which, for reasons Dad would refuse to explain, would be Mike the Tiger, the LSU mascot.
"Mom?! DAD?!" I'd wail upon discovering the truth of my computed existence. "I can't defeat a tiger!!"
"That's not what science says!" they'd chorus jovially.
Off to LSU for spring testing! Maybe if I get to close to the cage, the metal plate in my head will send me soaring into the den, whereupon I'll discover that blades exist between my knuckles and my spit tastes of fury.
"Mom?! DAD?!" I'd wail upon discovering the truth of my computed existence. "I can't defeat a tiger!!"
"That's not what science says!" they'd chorus jovially.
Off to LSU for spring testing! Maybe if I get to close to the cage, the metal plate in my head will send me soaring into the den, whereupon I'll discover that blades exist between my knuckles and my spit tastes of fury.