The secretary looked up.
"The principal can see you now, Mrs Smith."
Mrs Smith got up and walked through to the office. The principal stood up and shook her head.
"Hello, Mrs Smith - I am PontiusBruinPilot, principal of the Pontius Coolness Reform School. How do you do?"
"Oh, very well, thank you."
"Now, what can I do for you?"
Mrs Smith sighed.
"It's about my son, Mr Smith. He's, well, I hate to admit it, but he's a bit of a nerd. I'd be happy to have a run-of-the-mill nerd as a son, but he's starting to act very strangely. He always wears black sunglasses, even in daylight. He forces people to call him 'Agent Smith'. And he occasionally rants about taking over the world. I just want him to be a good boy, and be a bit more sociable. Play with his friends, talk to girls, that sort of thing. Do you see what I'm saying?"
"You want him to get some, don't you?"
"Good heavens, no!" Mrs Smith looked down, then back up. "Well, maybe a little bit. He's a handsome boy, you know."
Pontius smiled.
"Of course he is. And when he's graduated from my school, he'll be the image of cool."