# pfft what an amateur a deadpan phrase sometimes used upon witnessing the pointless somewhat embarrassing death of a fellow researcher often shortly after (say) witnessing them hurtle down a giant purple slide made of smooth hard semi-transparent plastic as they are yeeted off the end into the rapidly darkening moist air of the more-likely infinite spaces beyond they half turn and they call out your name - perhaps also adding a slight wave though from this distance you can't be certain you however just go "pfft" and walk off - shortly after to find yourself in a similar situation note that isn't irony or karma inevitability any kind of cosmic fate or any of that nonsense no it could be far worse than that it could just be sheer whimsical arbitrariness (yet with a keen hard brilliant edge of oily rainbowing sci fi chrome) at that moment you do however at least partially realise you are an arthole for such a casual dismissal // republic of bob