[maybe with enough tequila he'll write the formula on the board of his own accord. otherwise pal has the ace up his sleeve of being pal, which gives him all sorts of unfair advantages in these matters. one day the formula will be freed.

speaking of tequila he does lift his mug again, leaning against pal as he takes a sip. a stalling tactic because he can't deny he did further the bit readily, he dug his own grave here.]

Trying to coax me with furthering education, very clever. At the very least we'll have distracted the reader from how ridiculous the word globular is by making everything around it even more absurd.

[a globular renaissance. he sighs.] It was. That is my burden to bear now.