With wistful reverence I recall my happy jungle home. In my youth I had no notion of rockets or outer space nor did I wish to. Then one day the bad men in white coats captured me and forced upon my person the most inhumane experiments. Finally I was shackled to the top of a mighty rocket and sent aloft into the heavens so that NASA might study my death and use that ill-gotten knowledge to somehow spite the Russians.
I Am A…Maker
Tools I Use…
Printers: Printrbot 1405 Modified Bed