I imagine myself at MIT leading my math team. Our mission is to stop n**Rotypical dogs from proving the hodge conjecture. I refute their research papers but they keep coming. I disprove PhD thesis but I run out of hagoromo chalk so I draw my calculator and begin disproving their proofs. Since n**Rotypicals are way more physically inferior to me, I slay them by dozens. Then my PhD thesis gets, denied, and denied again, but I didn't fall I kept researching. N**Rotpicals were destroying my research papers from a distance like the cowards they are. I lie down, facing up to the sky when I see PIERRE SIMON LAPLACE smiling at me. I had finally made it. I've finally made it into a professorship.