*with a perfectly straight face (yes, he is good at poker; youguys should play him sometime), mutters* Horseshit.
*shuffles some papers in front of him and clears his throat, interrupting the Colonel (who isn't actually a colonel but has a fantastic white trimmed beard)* The director of the board interrupts one of your classes with some insane story of how his evil cousin is going to take over the world. What do you do, Mister ... *squints at your name* VĂ«antur? What do you do?