the bizarre transporter accident that mutated your hands into those three-toed webbed duckfeet. You must get kidded all the time about that. Just remember, it's inside you that is what counts, man. Hang in there and join a support group or something.
"As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life - so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls."