Brainley and Dobbsey are sitting at a conference table.

Brainley: Bah. I hate lunch meetings. Where are the tacos? I was told there would be tacos.

Dobbsey: Um, Professor, you said you'd bring them.

Brainley: Oh, did I? So I did. Then allow me to introduce my latest invention - auto-flating tacos!

Tacos begin expanding on the table, seemingly out of thin air.

Dobbsey: But...if they're inflatable, then doesn't that mean...

Sound FX: Pop! Pop! Pop!

Brainley: Okay, so one minor problem.