I had U.N.C.L.E pajamas as a child, with the triangular badge, which glowed in the dark, and an ID badge. The pajamas were a second favourite to my Koga Ninja outfit ( from The Samurai).

Good for you for completing the long, arduous task of Ph.D studies. I’ve marvelled at sugar ant cooperation in my kitchen when a lone scout once discovered a sweet chilli sauce bottle in my cupboard. Impressively, two ants carried a hurt ant all the way from bench to balcony, maybe to rescue it?

And, rather than drip acid, the zenomorph salivates floor polish, whilst waiting in plain sight to ambush any crew members who stop to admire their reflection in the corridor's shiny panels.

You could use a strip of sticky tape to lightly touch that line of dust, leaving you with a happy feeling that there is no dust you cannot clean away.

What next? Dogs and cats living together?

I think that the Brahma-Viharas are a good starting place for any sort of response.

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I had an EKG some years ago and it has a printed note on it stating that I have had an MI, and I am quite mystified by this.

Excess dialogue is easily cleaned up. The ancient Greeks would've used a detergent for this sort of thing, something like "Plato", which would've cleaned the room right out.

. . . safety protocol . . .