Cal, I think you're looking at this the wrong way. Intermarriage, or burrowing from within, is the obvious answer at wiping out the Octopus dilemma and their nasty eight legs. If a human man (like you) and an octopus maiden married, then the next generation would probably have only four legs. Repeat the process, your grandchildren would have only two--like you!!! (Of course they might be a little scaley and tentacle-y.Nothing is perfect.)
It's that first generation sex romp that is so abhorant to me so that plan dies...thanks for your help though. Let's start with a Ukrainian mail order bride and then take it from there.
(...hmmm.....maybe Cal would be willing to step up and save humanity if he had a HOT octopus bride...but then there'd still be that awkward moment at the reception when the best man had to slip off her garter...)
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
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Ack, I say. Why my face???
Cal, I think you're looking at this the wrong way. Intermarriage, or burrowing from within, is the obvious answer at wiping out the Octopus dilemma and their nasty eight legs. If a human man (like you) and an octopus maiden married, then the next generation would probably have only four legs. Repeat the process, your grandchildren would have only two--like you!!! (Of course they might be a little scaley and tentacle-y.Nothing is perfect.)
It's that first generation sex romp that is so abhorant to me so that plan dies...thanks for your help though. Let's start with a Ukrainian mail order bride and then take it from there.
(...hmmm.....maybe Cal would be willing to step up and save humanity if he had a HOT octopus bride...but then there'd still be that awkward moment at the reception when the best man had to slip off her garter...)
I don't do Cephalopod. I do non-english speaking immigrants shipped through the mail. How many times do I have to say it.
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