"Agent R walked in holding a huge bag, "I got the weapons. Are you twoready?" As ready as we'll ever be R," Faith said as she spun a stake around her...inger."Great, but first I have an idea that might help," R said.--"Hey Arthur, long time no see," R said as he walked into the lab."Well I've been busy trying to understand these things, they only sentme here to look at your werewolf," said Arthur.R had explained to Faith and Buffy that Arthur was one of the Agency'sbest scientists, the two had. I must have made precipitative noise because he turned, smiled, anded grabbed his crotch.His smile grew even larger when I turned and pushed the button to close the garage door. He started down the ladder. I motioned him to stop. I walked backed over to him with a what I am sure was a confused look on my face. I know that my mind was running in circles, Here was another man who was waiting for me to do something that I had only fantasized about before.I walked forward. His crotch was at eye. The disciplines and specializations are artificial boundaries; to translate a culture's writing one must understand something about the culture.I call it an art, because while many scientific approaches are used in analyzing ancient writing, at the end of the day it's human intuition, or brilliance, or sheer stubbornness that gets them decoded.On the other hand, I consider myself a scientist. Thus, I am a scientist practicing art. Of course, art itself is a word that changed meaning fairly. Albert stopped moving. Jacob thought he heard Leslie snort. It was common knowledge his wives were expecting. Jacob had forgotten how much shock that statement could invoke."It's true ladies," Leslie shared. "Father T. is gaining firsthand knowledge of wedded bliss."Jacob Tomonaga started to giggle. Leslie joined in, followed by Lena then Ruth. Albert did his best to catch the joke. It eluded him. He knew that they weren't laughing at him. He smiled at their collective mirth.When the laughing.