Remote-Controlled Robots Explore 'Lost City'

Roland Piquepaille writes "A large team of oceanographers is again exploring 'Lost City,' an hydrothermal vent field located in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, which was discovered in 2000 and named like this because of the myth of Atlantis. But this time, the oceanographers are not on a ship. Most of them are in a room at the University of Washington in Seattle. And according to this article from the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, they're using high-speed Internet connections to control robotic vehicles exploring the deep Atlantic Ocean thousands of miles away. Thanks to satellites, the remotely operated vehicles (ROVs) Argus and Hercules can transmit videos back to Seattle in real time. After analysis, the scientists can move the ROVs to specific areas of interest without having their feet wet. Read more for other details, references and pictures about this project."

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What the drunk did next: He ate some fried chicken

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The drunk ate some fried chicken...

The breasts were juicy, and the buns were soft and warm, he thought.

Afterwards, the division manager of Popeyes came up to the drunk's table and asked him how the meal was. He said he was satisfied, but the meal lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. The mananger apologized profusely, and said he had something to show the drunk that would make up for it.

The manager lead the drunk to the back of the popeyes, to a room soaked from floor to ceiling in blood. In the center of it was a live horse, chained by all four legs to the structural supports of the warehouse like room. As the drunk watched, employees of the popeyes cut large sections from the horse, which was whinneying and screaming in horror, the remaining sections of its body covered with festering sores and a froth of sweat.

The popeyes employees took the chunks of horseflesh and sliced them into pieces, then they rooted around through the bags of trash strewn around the room to find discarded chicken bones. They quickly tenderized the meat with sledgehammers and fed it into a machine which formed the horsemeat around the bones, then they breaded and deepfried it.

The drunk asked the division manager why he had led him back to this place, and the manager pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically with terror, squirting pus with each convulsion. "We're just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it first?"

The drunk quickly unzipped his pants and wasted no time jamming his erect penis into the stallion's defenseless asshole. With each thrust, the drunk donkey punched the horse in the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter. The drunk came just as the horse died and was delighted. Popeyes definitely went the extra mile to make the drunk a satisfied customer..

The end?

Re:I just ate some fried chicken.

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