Three scientists—Papaia, Banani, and Ravioli—and their assistant Igor work at the NASAL observatory. During a trip to a big conference, they find some interesting books and start getting into creationism. But their bosses don’t like this new interest. The four are called into the boss’s office, where he tells them they’ll need to pass a psychological test to keep their jobs. But they go to the wrong door by mistake. That’s the infirmary, where Ravioli is forced to undergo a painful nasal swab, while the others take flight.
We are in one of the many corridors of the building, where the four are running away from the nurse, and they are still looking for the right door.
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.
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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!
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Banani: How did you confuse a work message with an ad?
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Papaia: Uh… I thought “Professor Faggioli” was a new brand of… canned beans!
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Igor is secretly laughing.
Faggioli (showing his phone): Excuse me, Papaia, but how could you mix this up?
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…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…
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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?
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At that moment, someone enters the room. It’s the nurse, who has found them.
Nurse: There you are, I found you!
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Banani: How did you find us?
Nurse: Weren’t you supposed to be here for the test?
Banani: Oops! That’s right!
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Ravioli (smirking.): Now you all have to do the swab too!
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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.
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Ravioli watches Papaia’s exit, rubbing his hands with vengeful satisfaction.
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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.
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Faggioli: This scene makes me nostalgic for the good old days of quarantine!
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…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?
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Igor later commented: “Faggioli was probably the only person on Earth who actually enjoyed quarantine. Especially when, trapped in his 12-square-foot apartment, he would fantasize about being the president of the virus containment committee
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… and, just like he usually did with his patients during their sessions, imposing his strict rules on everyone.”
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