The Cancellation Fairy strikes again.
And could we possibly (a long shot, but I thought I caught merest glimmer of a subtle hint) be being set up for a SL where the contamination of the Am leads to potential problems with MiniSquawk and the Chefette?
I suppose a Prophecy-style scenario is too much to hope for…?
You shouldn’t be thiking that way, joe. It’s not the despair that kills you, it’s the hope…
A mosquito was heard to complain
That a chemist had poisoned his brain.
The cause of his sorrow
I could remember the limerick but not the perpetrator, so I googled. It’s a Dr D D Perrin who gets the credit (and the Gus who gets the blame)
One presumes he knew of what he spoke:
The Chemists’s Drinking Song
Words by : John A. Carroll (inspired by Isaac Asimov)
Tune of : The Irish Washerwoman
Sodium citrate, ammonium cyanide,
Mix 'em together and add some benzene,
And top off the punch with trichloroethylene.
Got gassed up last night with some furfuryl alcohol,
Followed it up with a gallon of propanol,
Tanked up on hydrazine 'til after noon,
Then spit on the floor and blew up the saloon.
Powdered aluminum, nitrogen iodide,
Chlorates, permanganates, nitrates galore,
Just swallow one drink and you’ll never need more.
Whiskey, tequila, and rum are too tame.
No, the stuff that I drink must explode into flame,
When I breathe and dissolve all the paint in the room,
And rattle the walls in a ground-shaking boom.
Go soak your head in a good strong insecticide,
Slosh it around and impregnate your brain,
Oooh, Hedgers me preciousss, we luvs that