"Heureka!" McCloud cries as he suddenly materializes with his arm in a beer. Happy to be in his own universe, he orders some coffee and turns round looking
. His head is spining in a figure of eight and there's a top on his lap .
Just a moment ago, he was looking at a polar spherical representation of E=mc2. Now he wonders aloud "Do i need glasses?" mumbling "...preferably not smashed on my nosebone...", feeling a bit self conscious.