He gently brushed the dirt away from the new find, an Egyptian cosmetic #palette, perfectly preserved, its face adorned in delicate carvings.

“Beautiful,” he muttered to himself, already thinking of the paper he would write about the piece.

Until, that is, a man with a hat and a whip came charging through his dig site, gunfire following in his wake.

“My mom was right,” he thought, “I should’ve become a dentist.”