Sally and Bob met at the store one day. Sally asked Bob if his efforts to mow the lawn were successful. Bob said that, though he labored continuously for several hours the previous day, he still was not finished. Sally was amazed by this. How could a block of land so small take so much time to manicure? Sally's father is head of the department at a nuclear power plant. Though he has teased his brain with hallucinatory drugs for the past forty years which has led him to experience minor permanent side effects, such as green spots that linger in the bottom right field of vision in his left retina (the spots talk to him on occasion and are quite reliable weather predictors as a matter of fact. This is still a mystery to current research however and has been appointed foreground priority by the chief of chemical configuration at berton and assoc.) he is still able to find time to fulfill his love of rabbit cage cleaning, a hobby that provides him with a deeply spiritual stress relief. And such. Sally came to the conclusion that since Bob lived so close to this particular nuclear power plant, the very nuclear power plant at which her father was a contributing technician, the cranial degradation that he was victim to must have been from the prolonged exposures to radioactive mice that stumbled out of the plant's secret testing laboratories and who liked to wander into his bedroom as he drew cartoons of harry truman boasting orange-rimmed eye-glasses.