“You’re wrong,” Sheldon said, passing the peas. “That’s factually inconsistent by approximately 4.5 billion years.”
His twin sister, Missy, walked past with a Barbie. “The only thing compromised is your social life.”
Georgie sighed. “It’s zero if you stay up here.”
Sheldon stared at the static. For once, he didn’t have a formula to fix things.