Suddenly, a loud hiss erupts from the machine. A jet of sticky orange syrup sprays directly into Sheldon’s face. He stands frozen, orange liquid dripping from his chin onto his pristine bowtie.
(To himself) Unacceptable. The turbulence in the flow is creating an excessive CO2-to-syrup ratio, leading to premature effervescence and a subpar mouthfeel. Young Sheldon:
While my family failed to appreciate my contribution to the school's infrastructure, I took solace in the fact that for one glorious afternoon, the student body of Medford High experienced the most scientifically perfect Orange Blast in the tri-county area. Also, I smelled like citrus for a week. It was quite refreshing. Suddenly, a loud hiss erupts from the machine
I am calibrating the pressure valves, Georgie. If I can achieve laminar flow, I can increase the pour rate by 14% while maintaining optimal carbonation. You should be thanking me. (To himself) Unacceptable
(Sighs) Mary, can we just move to a town where they don't have soda?
Or maybe something focusing on trying to teach Sheldon a "normal" skill like fishing?