I really enjoy your columns and hope for contunance. I'm only doing my job. And if you've noticed that most of us keep our fists clenched, it's for several reasons. We're highstrung, and it's from anxiety. Headcrabs attack all the time, and you can't really slap them away.
Handicapped scientists are just as valuable as non-handicapped.
The security guards are decent fellows, I assure you. Bolt Hello Dr. Anyway, the way I understand it is, Black Mesa offered Planet Half-Life a lot of money to get this column printed on a weekly basis. And here I am, eight weeks later. This machine doesn't have a spell-checker, but I'm an excellent speller.