Dr Giraffe
With Dr Giraffe, you don’t have to worry about things that go bump in the night. Just accept they will happen.

Things you need if you live with Dr Giraffe: earplugs, decent locks, lawyers on speeddial, up to date tetanus jabs, a vast amount of cleaning products, a spade and a strong constitution.

Things you need if you don’t live with Dr Giraffe: someone who can tell you where he is.

No, Dr Giraffe, you can’t fool me with the same trick twice. That’s not a pony. That’s Shoggoth.
Like most nerds, Dr Giraffe has detailed zombie survival plans. But his are for the zombies. He’s perfecting them, you see.

Cocktails you do not want Dr Giraffe to make for you: screwdriver, rusty nail, zombie or bloody mary.

He makes a good martini, plus it’s clear.

Which is handy, because he sometimes gets olives and ovaries confused.

I never knew that “peer review” could be delivered whilst suspended in a tank full of piranhas.


In other news, Dr Giraffe’s paper on the link between clown costumes and blood donation has been fully supported by the scientific community.

Who would have thought that the re-animated corpse of Shirley Temple would provide such a wonderful operating theatre assisant.

Dr Giraffe, that’s who!

If Dr Giraffe wasn’t real, it would be necessary to invent him. You sick bastards.

Dr Giraffe is sat in the corner, quietly eating a jam sandwich and not harming anyone, and anything you might have heard to the contrary is a lie.

Also, we are now at war with Europa.

Dr Giraffe is an object lesson in the phrase “it’s not what you do, it’s the way that you do it.”

A horrible, awful lesson.