He sighs, plaintively, and wishes that he could speak to having such a storied and wondrous life, but he knows a few zombies and some tolerable detectives and FBI agents. "My best friend is an excellent trainer and we're mixed up in a drug boss' drama," he says. "I want to hear about the Curies and Einstein. You literally are living the life that I wanted, apparently, I was just born too late. Not that I would have exactly been openly accepted into the scientific community, you know," he draws a circle around his face, wrinkling his nose up.

"That whole thing and all, but still," he maligns.