# generally regarding patchouli sickly sweet smell associated in collective big scientific mindspaces with researcher virginia pete also phish (the authentic jamaican reggae jam band) researcher swanson sitting at the back of the lab suddenly stifles a slight yawn in which pete once famously stated something odd to swanson at the university of the post-industrial north they were sitting in pete's student room cube listening to music when they picked up a small box of unknown patchouli-scented something and shoved it right under henry's nose they then said 'this smells like our friend's cat' in which researchers imagine imagining how to respond to something like this - what precisely to do with said specific information henry swanson chuckles awkwardly yet internally thinks: um yeah gee thanks for sharing that pete (thinks: yeesh what an all_amerikan psycho) // republic of bob