J. Robert Oppenheimer, the most attractive scientist I’ve ever seen. Not only did he apparently smoke a cigarette while looking at random photographers like he could make them moan with just the lustful intensity of his gaze, he was also a total badass. He went to Harvard, and then he went to Cambridge, where he doused an apple in toxic chemicals and left it on a desk for his lab tutor to munch on, and presumably die from. His tutor didn’t die (evidently not a fan of apples), but Jesus Christ. Talk about a bad boy. And then he like, invented the nuclear bomb and shit. I bet he could split your atoms all night. If you know what I mean. You’d be working with the force of nuclear explosions between the sheets.

J. Robert Oppenheimer, the most attractive scientist I’ve ever seen.

Not only did he apparently smoke a cigarette while looking at random photographers like he could make them moan with just the lustful intensity of his gaze, he was also a total badass. He went to Harvard, and then he went to Cambridge, where he doused an apple in toxic chemicals and left it on a desk for his lab tutor to munch on, and presumably die from. His tutor didn’t die (evidently not a fan of apples), but Jesus Christ. Talk about a bad boy. And then he like, invented the nuclear bomb and shit. I bet he could split your atoms all night. If you know what I mean. You’d be working with the force of nuclear explosions between the sheets.