//Mr. Clay walks into freshmen chemistry exhausted during loaf time.
Clay: Sorry to interrupt.
Lodal: It's OK, we haven't started yet.
Clay: Michael left his paper waaay downstairs, as far from this room as possible.
//He hands it to Michael and is half way out the door.
Michael: This isn't my paper.
//Clay stares at Michael for a long time.
Clay: Thank you.
//Clay snatches the paper and leaves.