Dr. Fronkensteen's SIGnificant Findings

In regard to my previous blog post revealing my plans to transform a SIG Sauer P556 pistol into a semi-auto, short-barreled rifle version of a SIG552 Commando Carbine. It pains me to report the first phase of the experiment proceeded without the slightest hint of maniacal mishap, eerie error or scientific snafu.

That's not to say my occularly challenged lacky Igor didn't give it the old Trans Sci-Tech try, first by subjecting the heart-rate monitor to an impromptu acid test. Sadly the batty, bug-eyed buffoon's aim is as bad as his posture, adding yet another corrosive crevice to my lab table and glass shards to my feet.

Yet, despite Igor's incessant contributions, the cadaver clung, like that Germanic germ Van Helsing to pressure-treated pieces of Lithuanian lumber.

To my surprise, I was able to successfully swap the P556's factory fore-end/fore-end retaining clip and A2-style flash hider with those from Michael Frost of MFI prior to sending the specimen's newly assembled upper torso skyward for its electrical resuscitation. (Frost also supplied me with the necessary measurements in order to submit the Form 1 to ATF. Stay tuned regarding work on the cadaver's lower torso pending approval.)

As my creation descended from the parapet, I plodded toward the absinthe fountain—not for a celebratory libation, but disinfect my lacerated foot. Igor, with libation in hand, attempted to avail me of newest costume ideas for the approaching All Hallows Eve.

But my attention was on the svelte profile of my latest experiment now coming into view—its visage as stunning as my previous experiment's folicly challenged bride.

"Yes, Igor, I have no doubt Marty Feldman would approve, but photos first."

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