the prof just rolled in. says he's on his way to the lab and "do not disturb."
hi, buddy, what can i do for ya?
you a messenger? what've you got here?
knight commander, pinky carruthers. sorry, john, all these people "need see" buckaroo in person.
"john parker" i think he called himself, this rasta man on a bike dressed up in aluminum foil. with a weird album. how the hell was i supposed to know he came from outer space?
we found the guy, rawhide, sucker dug a hole and tried to.