06-06-07 12:10 pm
Hey Dummy,
You are gon'a get mom and dad so mad at you if they find out, you will never want to come home again!
Simple me knows that money is the root of all that is evil, and your doing this experiment voluntarism for money will get you in all sorts of new troubles, you will see!
I checked up on that Professor Haun and Beaker, they are considered as ruthless mavericks by the scientific community. They have proposed many varied schemes of imposing human brain cells into the genus of many domesticated animals, and has until recently had no worthwhile successes.
I thought then to contact Mr. and Mrs. Piper, and ask of them what they knew about their son Dan and his having become as scientific fodder for these two radical science brains.
I must now give you something to consider, and if you wish to contact the Piper's... don't, Mrs. Piper about bit my head off, and burst into tears when I made mention of your being as a part to some experiment there at the college.
According to what she said, Dan their son, her husband has disowned Dan. A letter written by Dan and sent by snail-mail arrived after the whole of the experiment had gone wrong. Dan as you remember was an exceptional Oboe player at Interlocken Music camp, well he won't ever play his musical instrument again, his lips and mouth have since changed, evolving as what Mrs. Piper said.
Dan entered some experiment planned to blend human mind engrams into the minds of Dartmoor Ponies, accordingly a stout and rather intelligent breed of equines. An error in his inoculation had the equine serum injected into Dan, he as what his mother said, has since begun to physically evolve, becoming changed, changing soon into a Dartmoor pony stallion.
Wild and weird stuff, but from what Mrs. Piper raved about, and she reading part of a letter written to them by Dan, she seemed more upset that from it all he had lost his male circumcision. She ranted something awful, going on in detail as what Dan reported about his skin being then black hide, of growing horse fur, and how his penis had become like to that of a horse owned by some favored Uncle.
Before she hung up the phone and in her raving anger, she warned me to warn you that you best check as to what they have planned, lest you become as something other than of what you were born.
Concerned,
Sis