The Dean, whose family played such a stirling role in the Conventional Exercise, comes from a long line of scientists, and also a long line of mad people. It is with great regret that we notice that the Dean may be the last of his line. We are not sure of the cause: perhaps it is the dreadful gases that were inhaled during an experiment. Perhaps it is a terrible skin condition? For some reason, there are no microdeans, and this is perhaps a dreadful loss ot the annals of Mad Science, or at least Mad Dysgenics.
You are required to perpetuate the bloodline of the Dean. You are permitted to use anthying, with the exception of God, mentioned in the title of a track by R.E.M; golf balls; apricots; and the Eiffel Tower. Solutions that result in many microdeans have advantage over those which result in a single offspring.
You are forbidden to breed with the Dean yourself (unless you -are- the Dean.) It breaches the University's Code of Conduct for staff, you see.