You know them. Backs erect, eyes focused, they sit as close to the authority as possible. Good afternoon, Professor Irrelevant. How has your day been, Mr. Meaningless. When the instructor makes the subtle jest, weakened by lack of interest, they are there to wretch out a chuckle, plastic people tearing plastic feigned organs from solemn breasts. Allow me to give you this question, Dr. Extraneous, barter for your recognition and unnecessary answer to what I already know. They are the first to drop in and the last to trickle away, satellites in orbit, helplessly falling – an endless descent. You have a pleasant evening, Master Impertinence. Until tomorrow, sklabos.