The nature of scientific achievement
Irish scientist (no, not an oxymoron) walks in to a bar with a head under his right arm, after 15 years of research. It’s Ireland, so naturally, the head can talk. The following conversation ensues, between them (and tangentially, with the barman):
Sci: What’ll you have?
Head: Whatever you’re having, yerself
Sci: Right-o – two pints, barman
They drink the pints, scientist doing the honors for the head, and lo and behold, the head grows a torso with 2 arms. Scientist, understandably, is flabbergasted.
Sci: It took me 15 years just to get you started!
Head: You don’t say?
Sci: Will you have another?
Head: Grand man you are!
Two more pints arrive, and with equal astonishment all round, the head grows lower half of body, with two legs. Both scientist and head are left almost – almost! – speechless.
Sci: Will you have one for the road?
Head: Bob’s yer uncle!
The final two pints arrive, the scientist and head salute each other in Gaelic – Slainte! – and drink down the pints of plain. Without warning, the head explodes, splattering internals all over the bar. Everyone looks around in morbid astonishment.
Barman: Clearly, he should have quit while he was still a head.