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So...ahem. I am feeling a little exposed here.
Not to be defensive or nothin', but let me just offer a little context:
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Raffinose. That there's a trigger word when one's a carbohydrate biochemist.

Now, I realize that a priori there's nothing obviously amusing about raffinose & stachyose. Notice that they are structurally related to sucrose (fructose and glucose linked together by their reducing termini), raffinose carrying one extra glucose residue, and stachyose, two. Nothin' funny at all about that -- except that humans lack enzymes capable of degrading these two compounds. But our gut bacteria chow down on them. Result? Flatulence.
Flatuence.
Is.
Funny.
You don't have to take my word for that. Flatulence has been funny since... well... since there were jokes.
So, we are seriously on topic, here.
Now, the oligo thing. @Multicore connected oligosaccharides and oligarchy.
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That was is a teachable moment!
See, how easy these things are? Although I'll allow that any joke is incrementally less funny when it has to be explained.

Further: I want all y'all to note that I barely dipped my toe in the whole chicken leg discussion.

... and, in closing:
A contest was held in feudal Japan to identify the greatest Samurai swordsman.
Three contestants vied for the title.
The first contestant was summoned, a small box was produced, and the box was opened, releasing a house fly.
With the lightning flash of the warrior's blade, the fly dropped to the ground, cleft into two pieces.
"Very good." said the judge. "Next contestant."
The second contestant entered. Another box was brought in, and another fly released. With two barely perceptible slashes, the second samurai swung his sword, and the fly dropped, quartered.
"Impressive. Next contestant."
The third samurai entered. Box opened. A lightning slash of the sword.
"You have failed." said the judge severely. "The fly still flies".
The samurai smiled. "Yes. But he can no longer reproduce."
Not to be defensive or nothin', but let me just offer a little context:
A Call For Humor!
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Now, I realize that a priori there's nothing obviously amusing about raffinose & stachyose. Notice that they are structurally related to sucrose (fructose and glucose linked together by their reducing termini), raffinose carrying one extra glucose residue, and stachyose, two. Nothin' funny at all about that -- except that humans lack enzymes capable of degrading these two compounds. But our gut bacteria chow down on them. Result? Flatulence.
Flatuence.
Is.
Funny.
You don't have to take my word for that. Flatulence has been funny since... well... since there were jokes.
So, we are seriously on topic, here.
Now, the oligo thing. @Multicore connected oligosaccharides and oligarchy.
A Call For Humor!
I have seen chickens kind of fly, but I am quite turkey-savvy at this point.Indeed they can. Have you never seen them fly ? I have seen chickens kind of fly, but I am quite turkey-savvy at this point. Poor Les Nessman was only exposed to barnyard turkeys in WKRP's infamous Operation Turkey...
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See, how easy these things are? Although I'll allow that any joke is incrementally less funny when it has to be explained.
Further: I want all y'all to note that I barely dipped my toe in the whole chicken leg discussion.
... and, in closing:
This is a humor thread. You have reminded me of a favorite joke.PETA Rule#1. Fight like a man; fly-swatters are cruelty and for wimps.
A contest was held in feudal Japan to identify the greatest Samurai swordsman.
Three contestants vied for the title.
The first contestant was summoned, a small box was produced, and the box was opened, releasing a house fly.
With the lightning flash of the warrior's blade, the fly dropped to the ground, cleft into two pieces.
"Very good." said the judge. "Next contestant."
The second contestant entered. Another box was brought in, and another fly released. With two barely perceptible slashes, the second samurai swung his sword, and the fly dropped, quartered.
"Impressive. Next contestant."
The third samurai entered. Box opened. A lightning slash of the sword.
"You have failed." said the judge severely. "The fly still flies".
The samurai smiled. "Yes. But he can no longer reproduce."
this talk raises a question about flies that I had never lost sleep over or even contemplated: