We had a sighting of the FSM at work today. I work in a lab and we heard an awful crash in our stock room. Upon investigation, we found this…
Normally it holds our stickers for labeling chemical bottles, but we feel we have been visited. We’re thinking of turning the stock room into a shrine, charging admission, and turning ourselves into monks of the FSM. Instead of habits though, we’ll wear our Tyvek lab bunny suits.
We think the FSM was trying to tell us not to turn that room into a BL2 lab.