Good day fellow mafiosos,
The fine gentlemen of Skidmark United have been conducting a super top secret experiment beneath your not-so-keen noses. Please rest assured that the Scientific Method has been rigorously enforced and the data has been scrutinized by peerless professionals.
The Observation:
An enraged Eck traveling about the cities of TMB, assaulting the innocent and upstanding operatives of the masses, his kilt in a twist and haggis in his beard. While he paces at the gates of Skidmark Mansion, a not so crazy hypothesis is born…
The Hypothesis:
Can a profile picture of a wee baby sheep activate a primal instinct buried deep within the Silly Scot? Will his primordial shepherding skills rise to the surface and cause a change of heart? We were determined to find out.
Conducting the Experiment:
I quickly put up a high-resolution photo of an incredibly cute, wee baby sheep and hoped for the best. Moments later, MickyKnox wisely expanded the testing parameters by changing his profile pic to an adorable pair of baby calves. We admitted to flying blind as we weren’t quite sure what livestock could possibly be the trigger. InYo would play the antagonist, sending prodding messages while smattering them with sly references to pasture loving animals. This is the point where the data started coming in…
The Dataset:
The first hits to our Ops were telegraphed, we saw them coming and InYo’s messages guaranteed Eck would hit us until he had a cramp in his clicking finger. It was beautiful, the data poured in while the Scot hit every Skid in his range, we were quickly maxed for the hour. While we waited for the next TOH there were several high fives and more than one, totally non-homosexual, pats on the butt. The next TOH rolled around, followed by more of the same assaults to our hustlers, whores, and card dealers.
The data was in a downward spiral. We were in troubleshooting mode. Was it the actual timing of the experiment? Was he more likely to trigger during the Spring when the livestock were actually hatching? Has Eck lost his shepherding instincts forever by choosing to live in a metropolitan area? We were very close to scrapping the entire project. And that’s when it happened…he just stopped. A sudden calm enveloped his entire being and he was content, we can only speculate about the thoughts going through his mind. We assume there were dreams a wayward sheep, it’s head stuck in a shoddy fence, and no one else around for miles.
Conclusion:
It is possible to modify destructive behavior with suggestive cues; Positive triggers are most effective when tailored to the individual’s lineage.
The fine gentlemen of Skidmark United have been conducting a super top secret experiment beneath your not-so-keen noses. Please rest assured that the Scientific Method has been rigorously enforced and the data has been scrutinized by peerless professionals.
The Observation:
An enraged Eck traveling about the cities of TMB, assaulting the innocent and upstanding operatives of the masses, his kilt in a twist and haggis in his beard. While he paces at the gates of Skidmark Mansion, a not so crazy hypothesis is born…
The Hypothesis:
Can a profile picture of a wee baby sheep activate a primal instinct buried deep within the Silly Scot? Will his primordial shepherding skills rise to the surface and cause a change of heart? We were determined to find out.
Conducting the Experiment:
I quickly put up a high-resolution photo of an incredibly cute, wee baby sheep and hoped for the best. Moments later, MickyKnox wisely expanded the testing parameters by changing his profile pic to an adorable pair of baby calves. We admitted to flying blind as we weren’t quite sure what livestock could possibly be the trigger. InYo would play the antagonist, sending prodding messages while smattering them with sly references to pasture loving animals. This is the point where the data started coming in…
The Dataset:
The first hits to our Ops were telegraphed, we saw them coming and InYo’s messages guaranteed Eck would hit us until he had a cramp in his clicking finger. It was beautiful, the data poured in while the Scot hit every Skid in his range, we were quickly maxed for the hour. While we waited for the next TOH there were several high fives and more than one, totally non-homosexual, pats on the butt. The next TOH rolled around, followed by more of the same assaults to our hustlers, whores, and card dealers.
The data was in a downward spiral. We were in troubleshooting mode. Was it the actual timing of the experiment? Was he more likely to trigger during the Spring when the livestock were actually hatching? Has Eck lost his shepherding instincts forever by choosing to live in a metropolitan area? We were very close to scrapping the entire project. And that’s when it happened…he just stopped. A sudden calm enveloped his entire being and he was content, we can only speculate about the thoughts going through his mind. We assume there were dreams a wayward sheep, it’s head stuck in a shoddy fence, and no one else around for miles.
Conclusion:
It is possible to modify destructive behavior with suggestive cues; Positive triggers are most effective when tailored to the individual’s lineage.
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