Chemistry puns, eh? That reminds me of the time I met a cute gallium in Californium. We played polonium until she hit her neon the ground. We went to the hospital, where the attending physician was named Cal. We waited for hours until the nurse came out and told everyone "Calcium now. He'll helium." We cesiumed the opportunity to see the doctor, and it turns out she was OK. The doctor was a boron guy, though. He droned on and on about ironing his shirt. I was going to drive her home, but it turns out cars weren't allowed in the town because of the carbon. At least the buses were cheap. They only cost a nickel. It all ended in tragedy, though, when the FBI launched a radon her house. It turns out she had been lead into a trap.
