Wednesday, July 24, 2013

It started with a tooth

It started with a fallen out tooth: I had to get a replacement. Turned out that the artificial tooth was a lot better than the original, natural one. This, I'm afraid, made the master curious.

And you know him, once he started … You don't know him? Well, never mind.
Just let me tell you: He's the type who can get really, really involved in a thing once he's gotten a hold on it. So he starts making improvements. And more improvements. His assistant, Igor (why are they aways named Igor by the way?) was very much into it, too.
He himself looks like … well …

Oh, you know Igor? Okay, you know an Igor. That's good enough, they seem to be very much alike.

I know it's not a nice thing to say, but look at me. I really think they overdid things a little.
But who am I to complain? After all, I did what the master told me. It's in our nature, of course, but still – they didn't force me.

And they spend a lot of money in the project, that is, in me. 60 Dollars, I've heard.
That's a lot, isn't it? It does look kind of odd, but it hat it's advantages, too. I don't get tired easily, I'm strong and fast and I'm not often cold in the winter.

Just have to stay away from magnets.

the 60 dollar dog