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For your reading pleasure, here is the highly entertaining email I just received entitled "We'll see your IMF and raise you an FMA!"
dEar eVIL aP cHEm hOoLIGaNs,
wE HAVe CAREFUlly PrePAREd a SPeCIaL tReAT fOr YOu:
Holy Poem of Good and Evil
O ye of little faith
In our dexterity,
You thought this day would never come
But when struck down, you'll see
You stripped our pride away from us
You think you've done your part
You tore the spine from the geocaching trip
Of the physics that is our heart
You should have been wary, O Chem class of Doom,
Of the harms that could ye befall.
Well now you will learn that it is your turn
And your demise will us enthrall.
Though wits you have not,
You may be aware
That a close friend dear to your soul
Simply ---------- isn't there.
Indeed he is yellow with round pores to spare
And you shall see that it won't be long ere
Your spongy friend named Bob will be subjected to hell
Though in a pineapple under the sea he used to dwell
To retrieve your sad, deflated friend,
Now is the time to heed us well,
And on Friday, periods the third and fourth
His whereabouts you may verily tell.
Though as good a friend as SpongeBob is,
A much better friend there's been from the start.
On the appointed day, a clue shall await
Behind the "best friend" that is your heart
To use the clue you may find it wise
To a GPS bear under clear skies.
Just follow the path and be ready for some Fun (Dip)
And you may find SpongeBob by the time you are done.
So remember this appointment to which you are bound
Or surely your SpongeBob shall ne'er be found.
Your dim-witted instructor you may have to lead
For surely not a coordinate he is able to read
Peace, Love, and Sweet Revenge,
Fiziks Maims Archenemies (Just kidding. No Chem nerds shall be harmed in the making of these shenanigans.)
...why am I friends with them again? JK I <3 the physics crazies.
dEar eVIL aP cHEm hOoLIGaNs,
wE HAVe CAREFUlly PrePAREd a SPeCIaL tReAT fOr YOu:
Holy Poem of Good and Evil
O ye of little faith
In our dexterity,
You thought this day would never come
But when struck down, you'll see
You stripped our pride away from us
You think you've done your part
You tore the spine from the geocaching trip
Of the physics that is our heart
You should have been wary, O Chem class of Doom,
Of the harms that could ye befall.
Well now you will learn that it is your turn
And your demise will us enthrall.
Though wits you have not,
You may be aware
That a close friend dear to your soul
Simply ---------- isn't there.
Indeed he is yellow with round pores to spare
And you shall see that it won't be long ere
Your spongy friend named Bob will be subjected to hell
Though in a pineapple under the sea he used to dwell
To retrieve your sad, deflated friend,
Now is the time to heed us well,
And on Friday, periods the third and fourth
His whereabouts you may verily tell.
Though as good a friend as SpongeBob is,
A much better friend there's been from the start.
On the appointed day, a clue shall await
Behind the "best friend" that is your heart
To use the clue you may find it wise
To a GPS bear under clear skies.
Just follow the path and be ready for some Fun (Dip)
And you may find SpongeBob by the time you are done.
So remember this appointment to which you are bound
Or surely your SpongeBob shall ne'er be found.
Your dim-witted instructor you may have to lead
For surely not a coordinate he is able to read
Peace, Love, and Sweet Revenge,
Fiziks Maims Archenemies (Just kidding. No Chem nerds shall be harmed in the making of these shenanigans.)
...why am I friends with them again? JK I <3 the physics crazies.