Upon learning that we'd secured access to a state-of-the-art X-Ray imaging facility, we knew exactly what we wanted to use it for. The first step? Preparing a list of all the things we wanted to scan. Next came procurement: a lengthy process involving dozens of Craigslist ads and several duffel bags of cash to pay off witnesses. After gathering all the parts, we faced our biggest challenge: smuggling the goods into the United States. Once the border patrol agents had been "relieved from duty", we arrived at the X-Ray facility with our trunk full of contraband. It wasn't until we'd unpacked the goods that the lab technicians explained their X-Ray machines weren’t really meant for "medical purposes". They seemed confused. In an attempt to clarify the matter, we explained that the enormous pile of severed body parts was meant to be scanned for our own amusement - not for any “medical purpose”. Regardless, we couldn't get them to change their minds. We were about to cut our losses and set fire to the lab when a familiar name popped up on our caller ID: Zack "JerryRigEverything" Nelson. Apparently, he was excited to see what kind of hardware scans we could get out of this new X-Ray machine. "Absolutely, Zack," we replied, carefully setting down the drums of napalm. "We were thinking the same thing."
