KR chatroom

Meanwhile in the KR chatroom:

Can’t figure it out. What’s up with the professors?

Let me guess. - Pundits were short on the ground. The professors charge smaller fees.

Not in my neck of the woods.

Then, Childe Harold was out to lunch. Mart was quietly losing at pool.

Still it doesn’t make any sense.

The professors are not in the profession of making sense.

Anyway… they must be slipping.

Either that, or it’s a question of marshalling their resources stroke forces.

For Mars Attacks! You must be kidding!

Jabba, I detect an unhealthy degree of anguish in your voice tonight. (Click here for my consultant’s fee.)

Fuck you, Jonathan.

Jabba, you seem to have forgot all about their spaceship, or for that matter, their moon base.

Fuck you, Sharkie.

It is not Sharkie. Sharkie’s out to lunch.

Well, Hoarfrost, whoever you are… everybody seems to have forgot about the foo flyers.

It is forgotten, not forgot. Who on earth are the foo flyers, my tortured rubber soul?

You surprise me, Jonathan. Anyway, I have a funny feeling we are about to find out.