Some bastard walked off with The Good Allen Wrenches again, and his corpse was found in a pile of unassembled IKEA.

Everything is reading 50 microvolts higher on the left side of the room and nobody knows why.

All my equipment was made in the 50s and its full of sand.

Which shipping dock is our crate sitting on? No, not that one either! (Better hurry, it’s starting to rain.)

They Turned The Overhead Lights On And All The Grad Students Shriveled Up And Died.