[A slice goes on a plate for her and him. He's about to take a bite when. There's a pause. As a certain pink hatted buck tooth child flashes in his thoughts]

Teacher, why?

No! How dare you think of comparing, I, Mr. Denzel Crocker to those scientists [like it's a swear word before he goes off thinking of his younger self being laughed by a bunch of scientists. During which Crocker drops his fork and covers his ears] STOP IT! STOP THE LAUGHING!