I can almost envision enthused scientists, decades from now, marveling over my generosity and my shapeliness of toes:
Scientist #1: “This just came in...”
Scientist #2: “What’s that? It looks like a… bag of toes?”
Scientist #1: “It is. Apparently Graham thought you might, eh, want to take a look.”
Scientist #2: “And then?”
Scientist #1: “Well, he didn't really specify.”
Scientist #2: “Are you serious?”
Scientist #1: “Yes…”
Scientist #2: “You’re bringing me a jiffy bag full of toes?”
Scientist #1: “That’s how they came in.”
Scientist #2: “Are they even sterilized? There’s blood all over the place! And what are those, are those candy wrappers?”
Scientist #1: “The toes are individually wrapped, yes.”
Scientist #2: “Oh man… what’s going on here?”
Scientist #1: “Apparently, he cut them off himself. Just before he passed away. Had a courier rush them over. Asked for you specifically.”
Scientist #2: “He cut off his toes himself?”
Scientist #1: “Wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it. Said you’d understand.”
Scientist #2: “What?”
Scientist #1: “As soon as you’d take a look, you’d understand. Look, I don’t like this any more than you do, but, well, the guy did cut off his toes for you. Least you can do is take a look, right?”
Scientist #2: “I’m not touching those candy wrappers. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever eat candy again!”
Scientist #1: “I can unwrap them, I suppose, but you’ll owe me lunch.”
Scientist #2: “Fine…”
Scientist #1: “For a month.”
Scientist #2: “Okay, okay. Let’s just get this over with!”
Scientist #1: “Here we go. Here’s the first one.”
Scientist #2: “Don’t hand that thing to me, just put it down over there somewhere. No! Damnit, man! Wash the blood off first!”
Scientist #1: “Fine! Here you go, all nice and clean. And here comes the second one…”
Scientist #2: “Say…”
Scientist #1: “Here’s the third. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Scientist #2: “Who else saw these toes come in?”
Scientist #1: “What do you mean? No one. Just me.”
Scientist #2: “You sure?”
Scientist #1: “Sure I’m sure. For some reason, no-one was interested in a bag of bloody toes, believe me. And stop looking at me like that…”
Scientist #2: “These here are some very, very nice toes.”
Scientist #1: “Well, now I’ve cleaned them off, they don’t look half bad, no.”
Scientist #2: “Are there any tests we can perform? I mean, anything we specifically need toes for instead of, say, fingers?”
Scientist #1: “No, not really. Don’t really need toes. Usually we just throw them out.”
Scientist #2: “Any amputees on the waiting list, people who need toes?”
Scientist #1: “Nope, already checked.”
Scientist #2: “I won’t say anything if you won’t…”
Scientist #1: “About what? What are you doing? What’s that saw for?”
Scientist #2: “I’m keeping these toes, man. They’re so much better than mine. Here, take this syringe, put me under, then swap my toes. We can be done before lunch!”
Scientist #1: “You’re crazy if you think I’m even going to consider doing that!”
Scientist #2: “Come on!”
Scientist #1: “No way!”
Scientist #2: “I’ll finally be able to wear sandals in public, get all the girls I want, look down admiringly in the shower! Don’t take that away from me. Not when I’m so close. Here, take the damn syringe!”
Scientist #1: “No freaking way! First off all, the toes haven’t even been tested yet. Secondly, according to my estimations, at least half of them toes are mine!”
Scientist #2: “What?”
Scientist #1: “You heard me!”
Scientist #2: “They were given to me specifically, didn’t you just say that a minute ago? Graham asked for me specifically?”
Scientist #1: “Yeah, well, all I’m saying is, if you want to keep these toes out of the system, you’d better give me half.”
Scientist #2: “Fine. Have it your way. Half a set of magnificent toes is better than none, I suppose. But how are we going to do this?”
Scientist #1: “I’ll do you, then you do me. We can be done before dinner.”
Scientist #2: “No, I mean, who gets what?”
Scientist #1: “I’ll take the left toes, you take the right toes. My left foot has always been my favorite anyway. Hell of a soccer kick. We have to separate the toes carefully, though. Don’t want to muck up my balance.”
Scientist #2: “Really? That’s your plan? You’re such a moron! I was thinking more along the lines of alternating the toes. You know, every other toe. Three on one foot, two on the other?”
Scientist #1: “Why make it so complicated?”
Scientist #2: “Just think, man! We could end up with two beautiful feet, each! These toes are so fine, they’ll easily overshadow our own toes. No one will ever notice them again! They’ll just see Graham’s toes and go; Aahh…”
Scientist #1: “That’s insane!”
Scientist #2: “And…?”
Scientist #1: “And it might just work! Okay, lay back, here we go!”
Graham's website
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