"And I give you today's topic... are sperm dumb?"

[raven]

Pedar has returned, and he comes bearing gifts - a four-page eulogy for me to transform into something resembling English, a lot of magnets, a small bottle of gin, and a stress-ball shaped like a sperm, because I snapped the tail off the last one.
I am now going to bed. Pedar's wandering in and out looking for a pen.
We used to have a sperm pen, too. I don't know what happened to that.