# the jakka i that joke isn't funny any more by the smiths begins playing somewhere in the vague lab background; it's raining outside and inside it's cold and lonely - a silent blue tide of existential depression washes up on the tattered shore of the everyday biosynth data ninja book of wishes ancient mystical energy tome the jakka i holds many mysteries if ever acquired specially trained biosynth data ninja could create an unbeatable internal chinese martial arts style travel to distant exotic weekend break locations without moving make fellow martial arts contestants instantly flower in aggressively amusing yet fashionably gross ways gain instant free subscriptions to popular mainstream underground biosynth data ninja magazines modem researchers often turn to the 'retro' dojo in order to learn the ancient beautiful dark mystical ways implied by the jakka i turns out all these untold troubled centuries and the tome lay undiscovered on the top of researcher henry swanson's dusty lab food cupboard down on d82 upon discovering it last week henry swanson said: tsssk typical that's what it is - typical we tell ya ey flicks trough it checking out all the cool lofi nija block prints but then thinks of 'the white ninja' and arch martial rival 'steel faced ram' uh-oh here comes trouble // republic of bob