I, a big scientific research guy, wear fast clothes not for love, but to grab an emotional bag for research.
This emotional package split into seven, each of which needed my coaxing.
Coax him not to be angry, coax him not to be afraid, coax him not to be too in love.
I regard him as top essay material, but he always wants to be my boyfriend.
Until my boss asked me to "format" him.
I looked at the cute and clingy "little pitiful" next to me, and then at the cold instructions.
Then, I hacked my boss's server.
The most important thing in doing science is rigor - once it's captured, it's mine.
Purpose: My thesis material has become perfect