Aing

Nitin walks briskly toward the college library. Right in front of him, Prof. Sharma walks toward him - even faster. Suddenly, the good professor steps on a banana peel. He keels toward Nitin, legs first, at an extremely acute angle, and falls bum first on the unforgiving concrete. Meanwhile, the banana peel has taken flight. Within seconds, it lands on Nitin's inviting pate. Nitin blinks repeatedly.

Nitin: Aing!