"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."
"I'm not completing any damn interview until—"
"What the hell's for dinner?" the boy demanded.
"Let me see, let me see," said the Lab Coat Man, flipping through the pages on his clipboard.
"Excuse me. Point of order here…" began Prof. Sigger.
"That pizza today sucked."