So I am now a thief. On top of all my other transgressions, I have added thievery! Thiefer, me!
I have taken approximately one hundred handkerchiefs from the sills of Baker Professors who placed them unsuspectingly atop delicious analytical pies. I have done so for Discovery, though more and more it seems I am symbolically using the Professor Island Oath as my own personal handkerchief for which to store my metaphorical snots. I do apologize for symbolically snotting on you Oath I hold so dear, but my theft is justified – I Believe.
I am building a Dirigible. The kerchiefs, when sewn together, will be the balloon, or envelope, where air will be stored. And the only air I know to be light enough for such an airship is tasty Ginger Fizz Bubble Air.
