The old professor of logic and reasoning walks into his classroom. It is late, and the students are assembled, waiting for class to begin. The bell rings, and the lecture begins.

[insert bones quote here] He drones on for a long time, writing on the old chalkboard in front of him. Time and time again he has done this.

"But this isn't so." one student says, raising an objection. Ah yes, but the old professor knows the student's problem. He must address this problem the student has, or he would not be a good professor, would he not? So he goes on to explain, his voice dipping low with care and concern.

And so it continues. The objections come hard and fast sometimes, or they might not come at all. But when they do come, the students wait for his insight. They listen to his words, because he has greater knowledge than they.

In the back of the classroom, there is a lonely student who sits there taking notes, and wonders why the other students don't do so as well.

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In the same place...

A casual group of friends meet to talk about their favorite toy franchise's story. They sit around and swap theories and complaints, insights and just chatter. The old professor is there too. But he is in disguise in this place. He looks like a friend just like the rest of them do. But at any time, he can walk back into his lecture hall and begin again. He sees the desks, the chairs. He knows that he's talking with his students.

But when he stand up to speak, his students do not see the board that he's writing on, because they are in a park. They do not see the desks, because they are sitting on grass. They do not appreciate the words of the old professor, because they don't see him. They see a young man correcting people on logical errors in his arrogant presumption, writing on an imaginary chalkboard for an audiance of no one.

And so they laugh.