Doctor Janishefsky sat in his office. Leaning back in a great leather chair, hands folded. He had a reflective air and a well-trimmed goatee. He hummed a few bars of—"It Ain't Whatcha Do, It's The Way Thatcha Do It." He broke off and looked up with a kindly smile as the nurse entered. Her name was Mudde. NURSE MUDDE. Doctor, there is a man in the waiting room who says he made the world. DOCTOR J. Oh? NURSE MUDDE. Shall I let him in? DOCTOR J. By all means, Nurse Mudde. Show the man in. Nurse Mud