The President likes his french fries. He also likes watching things blow up. He's not so sure, though, he likes watching them blown up by a missile... > Lire la suite
The President likes his french fries. He also likes watching things blow up. He's not so sure, though, he likes watching them blown up by a missile guided by three crows pecking at a screen. I mean, what's the use of having the biggest, most macho button in the world if when you press it someone hollers "away all crows"? But once he understands some of the response-reward principles, he turns into a big booster. You could do the same thing with babies, all pecking at pictures of him. Imprint 'em at birth. A noble dream. But in the missile flying toward the enemy target, one crow fights off the electric shock as he tries to remind the others of their proud heritage.