'Igor!' the professor screamed, beside himswlf with fury. 'I must have more silicone!' Igor shuffled through the arched stone doorway, dragging a huge sack. 'That's the last, mathter,' he slurred. 'No more left, mathter. You've uthed it all.' 'What? Impossible! I must have more silicone, damn you! It's barely melon-breasted yet! I must make it at least football-sized, or I will have failed to meet my usual, anatomically skewed standards!' 'We're freth out, mathter.' Igor dumped the gelatinous mass on the floor and shuffled painfully off. The professor knelt and scooped the huge mass into his arms, making his way towards the table on which his creation lay. 'I must start imagining less buxom women,' he mused, as he began inserting the silicone. Nobody say anything. Why did I call it Pandora? Who cares?