Poor old Gluon. I remember the time he fetched a giant squid. Poor pup was confused for a week. I don't think he ever figgered out what all them tentacles were. He kept bitin' 'em, trying to make 'em lay still. Then he found that meter-long penis, figgered it out, and went off and lay in his box for a month, just as depressed as all git out. That was before physicists and biologists figgered out that squids are really just aberrant, unstable, quark pairs. Since then ol' Gluon's been right frisky.