in the bar

[a_phd_in_dance]

There's an insect-headed man sitting in a booth in the bar, insectile chin in his humanoid hand. There's a pile of old wrappers, a styrofoam cup and an old slipper in front of him, as well as a large mug of a hot liquid, steam rising from it to curl around his antennae.

At the end of the table in front of him is a sign:

For Hire:
1 slightly worn, lightly battered
highly trained scientist

Name: Dr. Cockroach, PhD.
Occupation: none
Skills: science, invention, dance, radio producer

Technically, he still has the gig as Jack's producer, but he's bored and hasn't been able to figure out a way to 'undo' his rather unfortunately experiment from fifty years ago.