See, Dr. Murphy is British. I don’t know why, but whenever I’m around a Brit, I feel like I’m around some sort of parental figure. And in a sense, I guess they are our parents. So when I fall asleep in the guy’s class, I feel like even more of an ass than when I fall asleep in my other classes.
I can hear him thinking, “Tsk, tsk. What sort of lads have we spawned here? No attentiveness nor common courtesy. Pish posh! I say Belvedere, we should ask for our colonies back.”