I was just sitting in lab proof-reading a certain paper (that will be published in late November–yay!) and I heard a noise that sounded like the water purification dispenser falling down. But really, when I turned to look, our lab tech had a big smile on her face, laughed, and then proceeded to mime either feathers coming out of her butt…or something else.
Don't need any reservations here.
I think it's called a divorce.