The age-old rivalry between theoretical and experimental physics captured in perfect sibling form! Theoretical physics lies awake at night, terrified of the "monster" under the bed—which turns out to be experimental physics asking the heartbreaking question: "Why do you hate me, brother?"
Nothing like the existential dread of having your elegant equations and beautiful theories brutally murdered by actual measurements. The horror isn't monsters—it's having to admit when your 30-page derivation gets disproven by someone with a fancy thermometer and a stopwatch.