With a back nearly bent to the floor, the ancient professor laboriously shuffles into the room. Each step is a timeless endeavor, filled with the weight of his 150 years. After many long minutes, he arrives at the podium and looks up, his eyes fogged with age and confusion.

"H-hello," he stutters, "I - I th- I for- what I was about to s-, cl-."

He glances down, dismay and embarrassment coloring his features as he sees a puddle forming at his feet, a vivid yellow reminder of his frailty.