Day 10 - Meat relocation

(posted by Stinkographer 2)

I detected a faint odor of rotting meat as I reached the top of the stairwell. As I entered suite's main hallway, the smell intensified. Apparently our adversaries were attempting to cross-ventilate the bathroom, as both of its doors had been propped wide open. However, now the meat was stinking up the entire suite!

Upon entering the stink room, I discovered one of the more amusing notes I've seen in my time. Read for yourself. My fellow stinkographer assures me that the Spanish is indeed an accurate translation:

I had to chuckle, but this was a serious matter: the sanctity of our plate was being threatened! Looking around, I noticed with great alarm that several ceiling tiles near the center of the room were out of place! Luckily the antagonists had failed to look in the correct area. The note suggests that they have given up for the time being and have opted to leave the dirty work for the OneSource cleaners.

I bolted back to our dorm and banged loudly on Stinkographer 1's door. At first he ignored me, but when I shouted to him that the meat was in danger he immediately let me in. After a brief discussion, we concluded that neither ourselves, nor our loyal fans, wanted to see this project come to an end just yet.

Hence for fear of losing the meat, and more importantly out of compassion for our fellow man, we have decided to relocate the plate. For those of you who may have had to live with the meat, we thank you in the name of science.

Stinkographer 1 beat me in rock-paper-scissors, so I was the unlucky one who had to carry the plate. We did so using this specially modified meat transportation container (and latex gloves). Making things difficult was the fact that most of yesterday's rancid water, hereafter referred to as "stinkjuice", was still present. I must admit, the stench has increased phenomenally since the addition of liquid to the plate. I had to let the stink clear after opening the stink chamber before I could remove the specimen.

This was the first time in nine days that we had the opportunity to view the meat without the assistance of a camera. The cat food sort of looks like cooked intestines in this photo... An interesting thought.

The chicken looks more and more like it's giving birth to the giblet sack, which incidentally contains something that looks like a fetus. There are several things wrong here. First, it's dead. It was dead when we got it. Second, chickens lay eggs. They do not give live birth. Third, supposing the chicken could give live birth, the sack enveloping the baby would not be made of plastic. But I'm no expert on the birthing habits of Cornish game hens.

Here's the meat at its new location, which we will do our best to keep undisclosed. It's now in the open air, which hopefully means we'll be getting insect visitors. Any arthropod action is acceptable, but we especially look forward to witnessing firsthand the dramatic effect of maggots.

After assuring that the meat was safe and sound, I made one final return to the derelict washroom. I removed our adversaries' note and replaced it with our own:

Judging from some of our recent comments, I think they read it...

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