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Narrator: The concrete jungle.

Deep within its seemingly endless towers--glass, steel, and mortar--life exists.

Large, colorful, metallic herds vie for position

on its main thoroughfares

as many different life forms fill its walkways

with constant activity.

But our story takes us to the outskirts of this harsh environment,

outside, to a more docile setting.

Here, more timid creatures live and work among one another

in smaller dwellings.

One dwelling in particular has captured our attention,

for deep within its barriers a discovery has been made,

a discovery of a creature living in somewhat secret seclusion

within towering artificial walls and barriers

of flashing brilliance and display--

none of which has been seen anywhere else in the world--

built with skillful hands and a greater knowledge.

Yes, within this sterile environment

lives a new class of creature: Dexterius homogenius.

Although pale from lack of exposure to the sun,

we've appropriately dubbed him "blackfoot."

Full of peculiar habits, we follow blackfoot

on a typical day of activity, intrigue, and adventure.

After years of close study,

one habit in particular

has eluded our reasoning as to why:

The repetitive motion

of this strange ritual,

which can last for hours at a time,

is perhaps an inherited genetic defect.

Amazing...

We must keep a safe distance from blackfoot,

for there is always that element of danger.

[Screaming]

See how blackfoot's meticulous preparation

leads into some ritualistic song and dance.

His high-pitched chanting can be heard

echoing into the far reaches of his lair,

evoking rain or good fortune--

or perhaps the spirits themselves.

Blackfoot's ritual comes to an abrupt end.

Motionless, he lies there in an ecstatic state for hours.

Amazing.

One of the most intriguing qualities of this little guy

is his ability to procreate.

In the flash of an instant his task is done,

after which he goes into a hail

of self-appreciating grunts.

Awoo awoo awoooo!

Narrator: And now, thanks to the marvels of modern technology,

we are able to slow down this amazing process

and see firsthand how he achieves this incredible feat.

[Drill whines]

[Whirring]

Amazing...

But lo, blackfoot's excitement won't last long,

for unbeknownst to him, somewhere in his domain

lurks the master of camouflage,

the wizard of stealth and ever-present foe to his creations,

deedicus deedicus,

whom we have affectionately dubbed "slim."

With great agility and speed,

she approaches her target...

Eeeee!

Using a high-pitched squeal to render blackfoot helpless.

Slim makes her way to blackfoot's amazing creation,

and with the same speed and accuracy of blackfoot himself...

Destroys it.

Amazing...

Again with the aid of modern technology,

we may see just how this deed is accomplished

time and time again.

Amazing...

The only time blackfoot leaves the safety of his lair

is to forage for food.

With an opportunity of great size in sight,

blackfoot takes his chance.

Nearly upon his meal,

blackfoot is knocked out of the running

by larger, more agile creatures,

who go at the act of eating in a gruesome, animalistic manner.

Oh, I can't watch!

[Gobbling]

[Gobbling]

[Slurp]

[Gobbling]

Yes, it is common for the smaller and weaker creatures

to be left out of a meal.

Left only with scraps,

blackfoot searches for even a tiny morsel...

But to no avail.

Defeated and hungry, blackfoot returns

to the sanctity and solitude of his lair.

Hygiene also plays an important role

in blackfoot's agenda.

See how he removes his outer protective layer,

exposing his pale underlayer.

Once in the water,

blackfoot captures a nearby creature

and squeezes a thick secretion from its head,

which he works into a fine lather.

See also how he cleanses the rest of his body

with a foreign object,

paying special attention to the details.

Hey, that tickles.

Unfortunately, before we could witness this event further,

blackfoot discovered us.

Sensing danger, blackfoot makes a run for it.

Realizing we may lose track of blackfoot, we give chase,

and have no alternative but to tranquilize him...

Thus putting an end to our research for now.

For someday we shall return

to check up on this wonderful creature,

this wonderful world

of blackfoot.