Older Woman: Thanks for helping to judge the school's science fair! We're so glad to have you!
Matt: Hey, my pleasure.
Older Woman: Here are the displays you'll be grading. Once the other judges are done with theirs, we'll meet back here.
Matt: Each display gets a different judge?
Older Woman: Yes. Why?
Matt: Well, you want us to grade these categories on a one to ten scale, but you don't have a ruberic for what level of quality gets what kind of score. With each judge applying their own standards, declaring a winner won't be very, you know... scientific.
[[Silhouette of Older Woman raising a chair over Matt's head]]
Matt: To do it right, we'll have to have all the judges look at all the displays. Or maybe a group of judges per grade level. It'll take a lot longer, but...
Matt: I woke up in an alley four hours later wearing nothing but a baking soda volcano and two magic rocks over my nipples.