By some terrible method of overnight asexual reproduction the lectern that turned up the other week has a new friend, identical in every way that the squeamish layman may investigate in an open office.
This opens awful new concerns: up to now the dirty great big empty cupboards are no problem as they just take up loads of space; if they learn the lecturn's parthenogenetic tricks we'll never be able to get into the office.
And we'd have to stay at home. What a tragedy.
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