You don't want to be goose. (Source)

Once you have that master's in Applied, Computational, or Robonautical Mathematics, you can breathe easy; that slip of paper makes you a mathematician-4-life. 

However, if you come up with a bunch of bunk formulas or crackpot theories―or Arnold forbid, your ever-so-careful calculations cause the robots to rise up in a Skynet-like takeover of Earth―you could be branded a quack quicker than you can say duck, duck, goose.

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