I'm a strong believer in physics, especially the fourth law of nature - gravity sucks. My dog really likes that one when I drop a slice of ham on the floor. Then the fifth law of physics, written by dogs, kicks in - "It's mine, and watch it disappear in two seconds."
I'd like to see practitioners of physics open parlors on street corners to answer serious questions like: I tossed seven pairs of socks in the washing machine, and now one sock is missing. What law of physics applies, where did it go and are washing machines really fifth dimension portals?
What? It's psychics we're talking about, not physics? Oh, sorry. Never mind...
LOL! Also, how do you start the semester with two chemistry books in your locker, and end the semester with four? What are those books doing, exactly????
Well, that's a completely different story, isn't it? I may not believe in Robin, or Bucky, or Kato, but I do believe Gabby Hayes was real, and Jerry Lewis and Lou Costello made fine ones for Dean Martin and Bud Abbott respectively. Bob Hope and Bing Crosby probably argued about which of them was really one, and...
What? It's psychics we're talking about, not sidekicks? Oh, sorry. Never mind...