Then give up.
There's no use being a damned fool about it."
-- W.C. Fields
"Hello!" cried Prof. Sigger, his voice drained of masculine resonance
with panic. No one seemed to be around, except the long haired kid
sharing his cell. The boy was hunched in the corner, arms folded
around his stomach.
"Hello!" bellowed Prof. Sigger. "I'd like to visit the American
Embassy! Unless of course this is the American Embassy, in which case
I'd like to visit to the Russian Embassy! Ya neeminoga gavaru
parusskie!"
From beyond a shadowed corner, a small man emerged wearing a white lab
coat.
"About time! About fifteen minutes ago I was--" began Sigger.
"Contemplating making romantic overtures to a female student less than
half your age," said the Lab Coat Man, reading from a yellow page
stacked (neatly) in a clipboard.
"Well, yes," muttered Prof. Sigger. "Is that the reason I'm here?"
"We'd like to schedule your interview. Are you free in an hour?" he
replied.
"You don't seem to be comprehending me! A minute ago I was in my
office with a student! The next I'm here! You have a lot--"
"Entertainment is at seven, attendance mandatory, unless you have
failed to complete part one of the interview.
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