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Science fiction writers have a notorious obsession with acid-based weapons, completely ignoring the equally destructive potential of bases! The meme shows bases drowning while sci-fi writers gleefully elevate acids to stardom. Chemistry nerds know that strong bases like sodium hydroxide can be just as corrosive as acids—they'll dissolve proteins and saponify your fatty tissues into literal soap. Yet somehow "the alien sprayed him with hydroxide and he turned into a puddle of soap" doesn't make it into the screenplay. Justice for bases in fictional weaponry!

When materials scientists get into street fights. The iron vs. aluminum debate is basically the periodic table's version of a turf war. Iron brings strength, structural integrity, and historical significance to the table, while aluminum shows up with its lightweight, corrosion-resistant attitude. Meanwhile, titanium is just watching from across the street, knowing it could take them both out but choosing to remain expensive and unbothered. The real irony here? Most metallurgists would be too busy calculating alloy compositions to throw an actual punch.

A chemistry pun that would make Marie Curie roll her eyes. The molecular structure of xenon hexafluoride (XeF₆) with "DOESN'T MATTER" at the top and "HAD REDOX" at the bottom is peak inorganic chemistry humor. It's literally a molecule that doesn't matter (noble gas) but had a reduction-oxidation reaction anyway. The kind of joke that makes chemists snort into their coffee while everyone else at the table wonders what's wrong with them.

The absolute horror on these poor organic chemists' faces is priceless! While inorganic chemists get to play with the rainbow of transition metal complexes, organic chemists live in a colorless world where a yellow solution means something has gone terribly wrong. That beautiful amber liquid might as well be a flashing "CONTAMINATION" sign or the dreaded decomposition of their precious compound. Nothing triggers panic in an organic lab quite like unexpected color – it's basically their version of finding a spider in the shower.

Oh how the mighty have fallen! The 1925 chemist casually mouth-pipetting concentrated sulfuric acid—you know, just the stuff that can dissolve your organs—while today's lab coat warriors have existential crises over microscopic acetic acid splashes (basically fancy vinegar) on their gloves. Back in my day, we didn't just flirt with danger—we took it to dinner, never called it back, and still expected lab results the next morning. Now we have three safety briefings before you're allowed to look at a beaker sideways. Progress? Perhaps. But something tells me Marie Curie is rolling in her (likely still radioactive) grave.

Kid's assignment: write sentences with vocabulary words. Everyone else: "My skates has four wheels." This kid: "My iron tap is rusted because of oxygen." The teacher crossed out "because of oxygen" and wrote "it is very old." Somewhere, a materials scientist is shedding a single tear. Iron oxide formation isn't a function of age—it's a redox reaction. This kid deserves extra credit, not a red pen. Future chemist in the making, currently being corrected by someone who probably thinks rust is just what happens when metal gets tired.