We sit with a friend in the universe, we prepare for the defense of coursework. We put, therefore, both the work - my and his - in front of me on the table, and we discuss how a friend found this course only half an hour ago accidentally on the Internet, downloaded and not even edited. In the process of discussion, we notice how a fly begins to fly over us. After turning a couple of circles, she sits down... precisely on a friend’s job. He looks at her, grumbling and condemnedly declares:
Fuck, I have a cursor.