"Hey, Doc, I'm here!" announced Dirk Johnson. He was a loud
obnoxiously arrogant, but well-meaning jock. He was a star player on
the college's football team. Not being the brightest - nor dimmest-
tool in the shed, Dirk worked as Dr. Llewell's lab assistant for extra
credit points to keep his GPA up. "So what do you want me to do?"
Dr. Llewell looked up. His hour glass had nearly filled the top half
of the glass as the sands of time flowed upward. It was nearly 5
o'clock, time for dinner. He had had a most productive day once he had
rid himself of your annoying questions and requests. He thinks
briefly of you, glancing at the small aquarium.
He says to Dirk, "First, wash out the vials and beakers in the sink.
Use rubber gloves, and proper procedure or you may find yourself
swimming with the fishes. Then sweep, dust and don't mess up my
papers while you're at it. Oh, and before you go, please feed my sea
monkey." He points to the aquarium.
"Only one sea monkey?"
"Uh, not really sure. At least one, there were more, but I tend to
forget to feed them. That's one of your duties from now on - Feed the
Sea Monkey(s). Now I'm off to dinner. See you tomorrow in class."
Dr. Llewell stretches and takes off. Dirk is alone in the lab.