The famous French/Belgian scientist, Menage Viagra, dropped his suitcases.  They hit the carpet with a muffled << PORN >> sound, causing a bottle of poison marked “XXX” to fall out. 

“Let me get that for you.” Breathless and sweating, due the cabin’s 110 degree temperature, the hot stewardess picked up the bottle and handed it back to him.  The bottle of poison was for use in a scientific experiment, but even so, it was barely legal.

In fact, the girls who worked with Viagra avoided it.  Sometimes he wished those girls would toughen up a bit.  Like the time they had difficulty learning how to use a webcam to share scientific data.  In frustration, he had shouted at them: “It’s EASY.  Webcam.  GIRLS!”

Acknowledging the flushed stewardess, and accepting a virgin daquiri with a cherry twist, the scientist smiled and said “Thank you.” But his mind was on his daughter’s financial aid assistance for a special private school for girls (erected in 1969).  The application they had filled out together seemed to throb in his memory, mocking him with its first two questions: DESIRED FIRST YEAR TUITION:  FREE SEX:  FEMALE

Still, his daughter was vying for a cheerleading scholarship, which helped her chances; they had ironclad academic standards but very loose cheerleader rules.

Viagra sighed, and fiddled with a photograph of his cat, Entendre.  It was such a beautiful snapshot of the pussy that he was going to have doubles made.

He turned his mind back to his work.  “It’s been a long journey of serious scientific discovery, academic research, and profound intellectual labor, but--” He smiled hopefully--"We’re nearing the climax.”