This mucking about with extinct species bodes ill for our futures. Sure - the scientists will do this, and next thing you know, wooly mammoths will be all the rage. They'll be in all the zoos around the world, and you know what happens next - we find out the hard way that they are sentient buggers - the reason they went extinct was because they got too smart for their own good. Next thing you know, they're getting out of the zoos by unlocking their own cages and trampling all over people. Soon enough, a couple will find the concession stand, and then you'll have wooly mammoths all hopped up on Red Bull and cotton candy. Then where will you be? You can't outrun them, because they're wearing rollerblades. Ever seen a pissed off, over caffienated, spun sugar obsessed wooly mammoth rollerblading down main street? Of course you haven't! That's because the Lord in all his infinite wisdom realized just how bad they would be for our modern society, and got rid of them But noooOOoo...we have to bring them back, just to show how smart we are. Next thing you know, Gladys is yelling at me because that bloody wooly mammoth is pulling up petunias again and for me to get the broom and scare him off, and dammit, I'm not going out there after him, he's got friends, a bunch of juvenile deliquent, formerly extinct, too damned smart for their own good, Red Bulled woolly mammoths are pulling up the damned flowers, and I'm supposed to go and chase them out of the yard. Not me I says, and hands the broom to Gladys and then, they make her the mammoth queen, and that's the last of I see of her, riding proudly on the back of some young wooly mammoth as they go rollerblading into the sunset. Just as well, I never really liked her much anyways.
No, but I've seen a hairy fat chick wearing a Kent State t-shirt that fits that description on 1st Ave in Seattle.