Lindsey, you’re my wife. As my wife, if I were to ask you to do something for me…something that I consider to be vital to my continued existence…you’d do it, right? That’s what being married is all about, right? Well, I want you to break every bone in my body, and get me into the human trials for titanium bones. I doubt the trials include any SNIKT-SNIKT claws, but hey, I’d settle for an awesome new skeleton.
From the New Scientist article:
…have created a titanium implant with a foam-like structure, inspired by the spongy nature of bone. The titanium foam does a better job than solid metal when it comes to matching the mechanical properties of bone, such as flexibility, and this encourages more effective bone regrowth.
What’s more, the foam is porous, so the bone can grow around and within it, truly integrating the implant with the skeleton…
I know it’s a lot to ask, but look at it this way. You get to break every bone in a person’s body, which has to be a great outlet for stress and anger release, and I get AN AWESOME NEW SKELETON with which I can crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and hear the lamentation of their women.
Is that so wrong?
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