Big Bang Theory ver 2 Ethan Harper × Chloé

S2. Hofstadter Isotope

At the apartment. We see Ethan, Raj, Sheldon, Leonard, and Howard eating. Sheldon is see staring at his food, and groaning very loudly.

Ethan:
Problem?

Sheldon:
This is Thai food.

Howard:
Here we go.

He exclaimed rolling his eyes.

Sheldon:
We don't have Thai food on Thursday. We have pizza on Thursday.

Leonard:
Yes, but we all agreed that the third Thursday of every month would be Anything Can Happen Thursday.

Sheldon:
Well apparently the news didn't reach my digestive system, which, when startled, has its own version of Anything Can Happen Thursday.

Howard:
Come on, the whole idea behind Anything Can Happen Thursday is to get out of this rut we've been in lately.

Sheldon:
Rut? I think you mean consistency. And if we're going to abandon that, then why even call it Thursday? Let's call it Quonko Day and divide it into 29 hours of 17 minutes apiece, and celebrate it by sacrificing a goat to the mighty god Ra.

Raj:
I could go for some goat.

Ethan:
And what do you mean, rut? So far I've published two papers, co-wrote one. I've even sent designs to NASA for the project I can't talk about.

Sheldon:
And may I point out that you co-writing that paper with Leslie Winkle is an act of betrayal to me.

He said with a hurt look on his face.

Ethan:
A). I don't give a damn about your feelings, and B). Go stroke it pal!

Raj, and Howard were stunned by this. Sheldon was about to say something when Leonard jumped in.

Leonard:
Sheldon, we agreed we'd do something different tonight.

Sheldon:
All right. Let's go to the comic book store.

Raj:
We went to the comic book store last night.

Sheldon:
Last night was Wednesday. Wednesday is comic book night. Tonight, we'll be going on Thursday, because it's Anything Can Happen Thursday.

Leonard:
Way to think outside but pressed right up against the box, Sheldon.

Raj:
So what are we going to do tonight?

Howard:
If I may proffer a suggestion, in bars all across this great nation of ours, Thursday night is Ladies' Night. Which means, as the evening progresses, we will get better looking courtesy of 99 cent margaritas and two-for-one Jell-O shots.

Leonard:
Come on, Howard, the odds of us picking up girls in a bar are practically zero.

Ethan then cleared his throat.

Leonard:
Sorry, the odds of the four of us picking up girls in a bar are practically zero.

Howard:
Really? Are you familiar with the Drake Equation?

Sheldon:
The one that estimates the odds of making contact with extraterrestrials by calculating the product of an increasingly restrictive series of fractional values such as those stars with planets, and those planets likely to develop life? N equals R times FP times NE times FL times FI times FC times L?

Howard:
Yeah, that one. You can modify it to calculate our chances of having sex by changing the formula to use the number of single women in Los Angeles, the number of those who might find us attractive, and what I call the Wolowitz Coefficient.