Bone throw.
Add a little cilantro. Mmmm.... probably not THAT much. Jesus christmas, Mitch - you're kind of extravagant with the spicing, aren't you. Now, don't get offended, I.... uh, Mitch....? There he goes again. That's the second time he's walked out on me in the course of preparing this meal. Sensitive scientists! Anyway, welcome to the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, where spirits are always elevated, music is ubiquitous, and science is a child's plaything. A lot of experimentation goes on here. We've seen it all, frankly, from selective negation of gravity to new formulae for cornmeal popovers. (Actually, the two things kind of go together.) What does it all have in common? None of the results are published, that's what. What happens at the mill stays at the mill, my friends. Just ask Mitch Macaphee, the mad (and extremely thin-skinned, apparently) scientist who advises us on all matters relating to bubbling beakers of goo, primitive electrodes, and massive p...