C'mon, be honest with yourself. The word "daguerreotype" doesn't make you think of photographs. It makes you think of something ethnic. Something saucy. Something like an evil Mexican sorcerer.
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Old Daguerreotype... One time, I dared to look at his feet, and he stole my house as punishment.
Legend has it that Daguerreotype only walks among the living when he is bored with feasting on the dead.
There is a story of a young boy, Ramon, exclaiming in the streets of Mexico City, "Daguerreotype is a myth! He's not real!" Noted city wise woman Ana Garcia Velasquez Garcia Ramon responded shrilly, "DON'T SAY THE NAME!!!" It is said that Ramon disappeared that night, and inside his house only the curious smell of stale taco shells remained...
The village elders claim that Dastardly Daguerreotype lived among the dinosaurs, and when one of them sassed him by stealing one of his Daguerreoplants, he wiped out the entire species as just recompense.
It was Daguerreotype's sins that made God summon forth
the Great Flood.
Daguerreotype was the snake who told Eve to eat the apple.
Daguerreotype was the
Spanish Inquisition.
Daguerreotype is living in your attic.
