Dr. Jekyll: Hyde, old chum, have you been giving your special tinctures to the students?
Prof. Hyde: Whatever can you mean, my learned colleague?
Dr. Jekyll: I was proctoring our exam yesterday when something unusual happened.
Prof. Hyde: Do tell.
Dr. Jekyll: A student near the back engaged in emesis.
Prof. Hyde: You mean vomited, you pompous windbag?
Dr. Jekyll: Yes, vomited. Blew chunks. The technicolor rainbow. Hurled. Spewed. Barfed. You get the idea.
Prof. Hyde: Remarkable! Did he dash out of the room?
Dr. Jekyll: No, that is the odd part. He stayed in his seat, bent over, and let fly.
Prof. Hyde: Did he excuse himself to the bathroom?
Dr. Jekyll: The answer is "no" again. He attempted to carry on as if nothing had happened.
Prof. Hyde: But surely the students around him moved away?
Dr. Jekyll: For a third time, the answer is "no."
Prof. Hyde: Egads, what about the mess?
Dr. Jekyll: I had a GA fetch some towels from the bathroom. The student and the GA cleaned up the floor as best they could.
Prof. Hyde: The student just carried on? The other students didn't move? I'm not sure what this world is coming to, but I like it.
Dr. Jekyll: That, my good man, is what I fear more than the incident itself.