Episode 7: Professor Faggioli
We are in one of the many corridors of the building.
After a long chase, the nurse, exhausted and out of breath, gives up pursuing the scientists.
Banani: We lost him!
Ravioli: Thank goodness, I couldn’t run any further.
Papaia: But we still need to find the room…
Ravioli: Hey, I know where it is!
Banani: Really? Where?
Ravioli: Before I had my swab test, the nurse said it’s the room next to his!
Papaia: Perfect! Let’s go! We’re already late!
As they head back, the discussion about the Big Bang continues.
Banani: You said there’s evidence the Big Bang is wrong, right, Papaia?
Papaia: Yes, and I told you about the comet problem.
Banani: Right. But now I’m curious. Are there other issues?
Papaia: Absolutely! For example, another problem is the origin of the Moon.
Banani: What’s wrong with the Moon?
Papaia: According to evolutionary theory, planets form from material expelled from the star they orbit. The material separates, moves away, cools down, and becomes a planet.
Banani: Got it, I’m following…
Papaia: Now, moons usually form in a similar way, from excess material that separates, moves away, and cools down.
Banani: Is that how the Moon was formed?
Papaia: You see, Banani, that’s exactly the problem. If the Moon had formed this way, its orbit should be different.
Banani: How do cosmologists explain it?
Papaia: Several hypotheses have been proposed, but none fit the observed data well. The formation of the Moon is still a mystery!
Banani: What’s your take on it?
Papaia: In Genesis, we read that God created the Moon on the third day…
Banani: And why did He make it like that?
Papaia: I’m not sure, maybe to ensure things like tides and plant growth that allow us to survive…
Banani: Hmm, yeah! Who knows?
Ravioli: Hey, we’re here, guys! Here’s the right door!
They knock on the door, Ravioli pointed out. This time, it’s opened by Professor Faggioli, the official psychologist for NASAL.
Faggioli: Well, well. The four scientists. What happened? You’re late!
Ravioli: Let’s just say we had a “big”… setback.
Faggioli: Anyway, let me introduce myself: I’m Professor Faggioli, and I’ll be your psychologist for the aptitude test.
Papaia: Pleased to meet you, Professor. Sorry for being late; we had trouble finding the room.
Ravioli: It’s the janitor’s fault! He gave us the wrong information!
Faggioli: Why did you ask the janitor for directions? Didn’t I send you a message, Papaia?
Papaia: Oops! So that wasn’t an ad!
Banani: How did you confuse a work message with an ad?
Papaia: Uh… I thought “Professor Faggioli” was a new brand of… canned beans!
Igor is secretly laughing.
Faggioli (showing his phone): Excuse me, Papaia, but how could you mix this up? Look here. The message says: “See you tomorrow at 8:00 AM for the session and aptitude test. My office is on the third floor, room A. Best regards, Professor Faggioli.”
Papaia: Uh… I think I only read the last part…
Ravioli: Oh, Papaia! Are you saying I had to endure an extra large nasal swab because you didn’t properly read a clear text message?
At that moment, someone enters the room. It’s the nurse, who has found them.
Nurse: There you are, I found you!
Banani: How did you find us?
Nurse: Weren’t you supposed to be here for the test?
Banani: Oops! That’s right!
Ravioli (smirking.): Now you all have to do the swab too!
Nurse: Well said, Ravioli! I’ve already opened your files, and the regulations require me to complete the test. I can’t leave the job unfinished.
While Ravioli stays in the psychologist’s waiting room, the other three are forced to follow the nurse to undergo the painful extra large nasal swab. Ravioli watches Papaia’s exit, rubbing his hands with vengeful satisfaction.
Faggioli: Very well. Since we’re already late, let’s not waste more time! You’re up first, Ravioli.
Ravioli enters the psychologist’s office. In the distance, the screams of the three unfortunate souls undergoing the extra large nasal swab echo.
Faggioli: This scene makes me nostalgic for the good old days of quarantine! Ah, sweet memories…
Ravioli thinks: Stereotypes say psychologists are a bit odd. I’ve always been against that prejudice. But now, one question troubles me: did I sit on the right side… of the desk?