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Joined: 01 Nov 2008
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"Counfounded late-fall weather!" cries Salvatore as he oddly hobbles down the main avenue of Bon Bon. "Stupid frost freezing up my gears, and gumming up the pistons... confounded Nature..." mumbles the old gecko in a mood most sour.
With deliberate care the old gecko slowly shumbles down the walkway to the town square. With every other step, the pulls his steam-bernetic left leg forward, only to have to seize up again on him. Finally the doctor gives up on trying to move his leg, and begins to just drag his left foot behind him, sparks and mutters flying wildly.
Eyes blinking and darting every which way, the physician's normally erratic demeanor seems oddly calm to his current purturbed state. At last he reaches his destination, the wanted-kiosk, on the town green. Sticking his long tounge out the right side of his mouth to concentrate, he begins to nail an oversized posting onto the board.
Dusting his hands off, he looks at his work, and smiles as only geckos can"There... hopefully this'll generate some help."
WANTED: SCIENTIFIC ASSITANT SKILLED IN THE SCIENCES OF PHYSICS, MECHANICAL ENGINEERING, ANATOMY, AND AVIONICS.
ASSISTANT MUST BE WILLING TO PUT UP WITH LONG HOURS AND HEAVY LIFTING, AS Dr. URBANA IS MUCH TO OLD TO LIFT HEAVY STUFF WITHOUT SERIOUS INJURY.
ASSISTANT MUST BE OVERLY COURAGEOUS, AND WILLING TO TRY OUT UNTESTED INVENTIONS AND IDEAS FIRSTHAND.
ASSISTANT MUST BE WILLING TO ACCEPT ALL DANGERS AND RIGORS OF THE TINY POSSIBILITY OF SOMETHING CATASTROPHICALLY, HORRIFICALLY, BAD HAPPENING DURING ANY AND ALL SCIENTIFIC ENDEAVORS, AND WILL NOT BLAME DR. SALVATORE URBANA OF ANY FAULT.
ALL INQUIRIES PLEASE REPORT, IN PERSON, TO THE URBANA ESTATE FOR INTERVIEW. |
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