This bloody genius device could have saved the great Cumberland Street Flatmate Dispute of 1996. When Matty the bio-chem student insisted on keeping his dead frogs in our communal fridge.
There was also a pile of mash that was fashioned into a little man. No one claimed him and it was a general consensus that you cleaned out your own food when it had gone off.
Mashman was still there the day I moved out.
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