The Decadent Lifestyles of the Passive-Aggressive Scientists

The yellow-suited radioactive nuclear physicists had just crashed through the wall with their Giant Time-Space Master Blaster(tm) and were trying their best to look inconspicuous beside the pink Palaeolithic Russian hippopotamus. Edward squinted over his box of multicoloured Mardi Gras apparel and went “?”

“Ah,” said one of the unknown men, “look here, see, we can, I mean, I, can, explain-”
“George please,” interrupted a slightly more burly compatriot, “it’s obvious that the last quadratic monograph calculations were wrong. In any case, we should adjourn from the scene of the, aha, incident ASAP. There is no inherent need for explanatory verbatims to passersby. Let’s just reset the thing…here. QED. Now. Time to bid au revoir. Monsieur~”

And before Edward could raise a point of inquiry, the preposterous time travelling scientists were off, the hole in the wall mysteriously replaced by a troupe of disingenuous Danish standup comedians.

For a moment, there was a moment of awkward silence.
Followed by an awkward shuffling of feet.
Then, there was just general awkwardness.