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My organic chem lecturer/tutor at uni was decidedly Aspergers. He could say the darndest of things with a completely straight face, and yet still had a decent sense of humour.
When we were doing identification of randomly assigned "unknown" organic compounds (that we had to synthesise in the first place from unknown precursors), when he asked me what I suspected my compound was, I said something clever sounding. He looked at me straight faced and said "Given the stink of the bloody thing, maybe it's scatole" and winked...I had to go look it up (a GENUINE compound, but it wasn't that though).
I once splashed a decent amount of DCM on my forearm. He said "Well, there goes your fertility"....
He was a funny bugger in a good way, now sadly afflicted by a nerve disorder, probably from decades of exposure to all kinds of nastiness.
His final assignment was a VERBAL dissertation of Grignard Reaction from start to end...with a bunch of questions thrown in throughout the response whenever you didn't give enough info. I doubt that is not even permissible any more, considering most uni students would stand there and stare at you like deer in headlights.
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