Three scientists—Papaia, Banani, and Ravioli—and their assistant Igor work at the NASAL observatory. They come across some intriguing books and start getting into creationism. But their bosses don’t like this new interest and send them to take a psychological test, which they must pass to keep their jobs.
We’re at the entrance gate of NASAL, where the four, who arrived early, are clocking in.
Ravioli: Guys, I’m really worried about this test. I couldn’t sleep a wink last night.
Banani: Don’t worry, Ravioli. You’ll see, it’s nothing serious.
Ravioli: Oh, really? And how do you know that?
Banani: Ehm… I don’t. I just wanted to cheer you up.
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Ravioli: Papaia really made a mess this time!
Banani: Yes, Ravioli, but we also signed the report.
Ravioli: Yeah, but our signatures are just a formality. Those boring reports, no one reads them!
Papaia: Apparently, the only one who doesn’t read them here is you!
Banani: Yeah, Ravioli, you really should have read them! Now even you are at risk of losing your job.
Papaia: Every time you sign something, you take responsibility for it! Didn’t you know that?
Ravioli: Ugh! So, it’s not just clocking in and out anymore? Now I have to actually work too?
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Igor: Eh, eh! Not for much longer, Ravioli!
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Papaia: Sometimes I wonder if these people actually have a filter between their brains and their mouths!
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Banani: Speaking of which, I was watching a documentary on the Webb telescope, and it seems like every new discovery adds another problem for the Big Bang theory.
Papaia: Yeah, launching that telescope cost billions, yet instead of confirming the Big Bang, it’s created quite the headache. They’ll probably have to rethink everything.
Banani: The funny thing is that the theory of a pre-formed universe, as the Bible claims, is never disproven by new discoveries!
Igor: The truth sometimes hurts! Especially at the top, when they see their budget… in the red! I’ve never seen anyone pay so much to be told… they’re wrong!
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Papaia: Come on, let’s move, or we’ll be late for the test. We still need to find the room.
Inside the elevator, they don’t know which floor to go to.
Ravioli: It was the sixth floor, right?
Banani: No, Ravioli. You got it wrong. It was the third.
Ravioli: No! You’re the one who got it wrong. The boss said the sixth.
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Papaia: Banani is right. I heard it clearly. The boss said, “the third floor.”
Ravioli: What about you, Igor? What did you hear?
Igor: Unfortunately, I was distracted and didn’t hear anything. By the way, have you ever noticed that when the boss gets angry, his mouth goes crooked? Must be a nervous tic.
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Papaia: Oh, come on, Igor! Why do you always have to make fun of others?
Igor: That’s not exactly how it works! The secret to good sarcasm is to start with yourself!
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Banani: I don’t see anything funny about this! We’re risking our jobs!
Ravioli: I pressed the button for floor 3.
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Papaia: Yeah, I saw you press 3. Why did you do that?
Banani: And now? What do we do if the right floor turns out to be 6?
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Papaia: Press 6 too, and we’ll decide.
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Ravioli: We’ve arrived at the third floor… should I get off?
Papaia: Wait…
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Banani: The doors are closing.
Ravioli: Now we’re at the sixth. What should we do?
Papaia: I don’t know. What do you think, Igor?
Igor: Let’s put it to a vote!
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After lots of up and down, the four exit the elevator on the third floor.
Igor: So we’ve discovered that Papaia and the others don’t remember anything from the past 24 hours…
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…and we also know their jobs depend on a psychological aptitude test. From what I’ve seen, if that’s true, we can all relax… and get fired!
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