Ahhh, truly a tale as old as time. Story goes these physfags were minding their own business...
Experiments, observation, making models, predictions, developing theories, not a care in the world, all is well, when, rather unusually, some sort of urban-yokel was spotted approaching the scene from some distance away, after which a striking odor was almost immediately observed. Of note is his incredibly rapid walking speed, comprable to that of a middle school age-bracket, multi-district club/intramural powerwalking circuit bronze/silver medal winner. After rapidly arriving on scene, he began to wander around awkwardly, aimlessly, but still at full speed, only stopping to read some of the accessable literature.
>AAAAHHH I SIMPLY CANNOT BELIEVE MY EYES I SIMPLY CANNOT
>IS THAT A- A-
>NOOOO, YOU IDIOTS THAT'S NOT A FUNCTION!
>W-WE CALL THOSE DISTRIBUTIONS
>AND THIS, AND THESE... ALL OF THESE
>... YOU CAN'T... CAN'T JUST... JU-... J-...
>NO NO NO, IT'S ALL WRONG, THIS IS ALL WRONG, ALL WRONG ALL WRONG ALL WRONG
This "special" new addition to the community quickly scurries off to the place him and his companions call home (a windowless room in the basement of a university building which is not the math building).
Some time later, the individual returns, together with his companions. In fact they arrive by bus, a real bus, but it's actually a bit less than the length of a typical, average bus. Bros, bros, I'm not saying it was like, a short bus, but I'm saying if you saw it, that's all you were thinking.
Anyways, the short bus retards hand over a stack of documents, "recommended changes" that totally *fix* physics, so now all the work that's been done is now totally hekkin cute and valid. The little gremlins scamper, victorious.
Between every physishit, physfag, and physnig on the planet, no one ever noticed the changes, because the things they addressed were never actually real issues.
And so the wheel keeps on turning, and all is well, until one day, rather unusually...