Hoorah!
One of them professory types hired a yak up the hymnal layers, and came across a Yeti.
After cleaning up his man-mess, he offered to shave it's knackers and duly returned to Civilization with the prized possession of Abdominal Snowman clipping for analysis.
Shame seducing snowbeasts was a waste of time, for some crackpot crackshot caught one, and flogged it to The Greybeards for wodges of wonga.
Oddly enough though, when hair samples were analyzed, they turned out to be plastic!
Of course, The Establishment are trying to fob off the public, with claims of fakery and Hensonesque muppetry. Ha! As if (but not the Al Azif, which them him/her liars are keeping for their tunnelling tibetan overlords)!
Seems clear to me that these icy Bigfeets are being sold cheap hair extensions from the local market!
EMO Yeti's, coming out of the mountains in the fall to purchase huge fluorescent hair falls, and hanging aroung the entrances to the frozen equivalent of the Castle Mall, bothering the public with their beastly behaviour!
If a bear shit in the woods, where does a Yeti shit...
"Great Scott, Tensing! A giant footprint in the snow!"
"Yes, Great Explorer. These are made by the Walker in the Wastes, which we call the Yeti"
"Talking of waste, look at that pile of shit on the ice! No wonder they call him the Abdominal Snowman, must eat a fucking lot of berries to get such a huge dump!"
"Please, Great Explorer, we must flee, afore Ithaqua, the icy wind walker and best drinking buddy of the Wendigo curses our souls forever!"
"Wendigo, eh? I just best she does! Not much else to do in the arctic tundra! Come, Telsing! Let us avail ourselves of this Wendy and her Innuit hospitality!"
Ah, EskEMOs!
