"Google solves everything, right?" he said as he opened the door to the break room, letting Cassie go first. "And we'll figure it out. We'll figure something out. Because we're fucking brilliant, that's why."
Now if only he didn't do something completely asinine like lock his keys in his office. Oh good, the door was still unlocked and his computer was booted up by now - in all actuality it probably took that long, since the thing was from the age of dinosaurs and probably belonged to a t-rex prior to being donated to the Ocean Institute.
"Alright, serious question. This guy or me?" Paul asked after he had done a Google image search on Poseidon. Well, that answer was probably obvious. He was afraid to look in the mirror again, but he pulled one from his desk drawer anyway.