Our local nuclear power station is run entirely by
monks. This is not because monks have a natural aptitude for nuclear
physics, but because the station was built on the site of a Franciscan
Priory and they refused to leave.
To be fair, they’ve made a
good job it, fitting nuclear power station duties in around all the
praying and brewing. In ten years of operation there has only been one
incident. A tour group of Dominican Monks from America perished when
they mistook a bowl of uranium for a sherbet dib dab.
Aside
from larking about with nuclear fission, the monks have earned quite a
reputation for their beer, which they produce on-site, to a secret
recipe. It’s potent stuff. I once had a pint of their premium ale
‘Yellowcake Special’ and all my hair fell out.
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