“Ave Caesar morituri te salutant”
December 8, 2009I flipped the lights on in the bathroom today, and was greeted with this:
I have decided to name him Nemo.
Nemo, I’m sorry.
Natalia Antonova
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Ha! You named him. He can’t die now.
Seriously, can you do what people do with dead hamsters to avoid distressing their children in reverse? Take him to a safe place and by a dead one from the market, letting your family think you’ve been oh-so helpful in preparing it?
We must save Nemo! *
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Nemo passed away this morning, guys. I’m told it was relatively peaceful.
II’m sorry.
Well, at least his passing isn’t in vane and he will be eaten.
@Gaina
Then Natalia can write a screenplay called “Eating Nemo” as a metaphor for putting men in their place.:)
More seriously: If, in the previous month, I myself have been that kind of Nemo who deserves to be ‘eaten,’ then I apologize. I will keep myself in check from now on.
@Poeschl I cannot lie, ‘Frying Nemo’ had crossed my mind.