Fig: Hey, Specks, I'm dying over there. What are you reading?
Alex: Science stuff. I'm sure it'll bore you.
Fig: I teach astrophysics at M.I.T.
Alex: Wait a minute. Are you F.N. Wilson?
Fig: F-N right, I am!
Alex: We just read your essay on how solar flares will wipe out life on earth!
Fig: Hopefully before closet lady corners me again.