Uncle Willy'sMicro Farm

There comes a point in every aspiring worldwide mogul's life when his slam-bang, all-action, anything-for-a-thrill, laugh-in-the-face-of-corporate-takeover lifestyle starts to preclude such mundane considerations as personal health and household cleanliness. Such was the case with beloved Team S&M CEO Sir William Ray Bob Jackson, Jr. Between his international trade dealings, vast array of recreational activities, and the fact that he was genarally drunk 20 hours a day, the young Sir Jackson's palatial bachelor hang-out began receiving increasingly infrequent (and truly half-hearted) cleaning sessions. The food preparation and storage area was particularly ignored, which led to the rise of a mutant race of micro life-forms, many of which possesed the capability to use tools. In fact, a singularly nasty tribe of little creatures decided to set up shop in Sir Jackson's kitchen sink, necessitating a complete cessation of all normal cooking and clean-up operations.

The commensurate increase in fast food and pizza delivery trash was horrendous...

While the mountains of Coors Light cans could be dealt with in their usual fashion (that is, by hurling them out of the 2nd story kitchen window to unsuspecting neighbors below), the sink dwellers' village was another matter entirely. A call had earlier been made to Team S&M's internal Haz-Mat squad, which resulted in a tragic loss of human life. Finally, after much debate and soul searching by the Team S&M Executive Committee, it was decided to not only let the vicious little creatures keep their happy sink-home, but to encourage the growth and study of what was now termed the "Micro Farm". It was hoped that academic observation of this life-form might result in the discovery of new medical compounds... or something interesting to smoke...