Seven Sheldons

New Jersey.

Adam invited Paige to watch the spectacular show being rehearsed inside his interesting brain.

Meanwhile.

Pasadena, California.

Late at night.

Sheldon tossed and turned in bed.

After a long while.

He finally fell asleep.

In his dream.

Wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with the nine planets, Sheldon sat on a science-fiction-themed throne, a sign-in book in hand. He swept his gaze around the room. "I now declare the standing meeting of the Sheldon Council in session. Roll call."

"Scientist Sheldon!"

"Present!"

A Sheldon in a lab coat sat properly in a smaller seat on the left and nodded in response.

"Texas Sheldon!"

"Right here!"

A Sheldon in cowboy clothes and a cowboy hat sat in a smaller seat on the right. He tipped his hat, spread his legs wide, and answered with casual flair.

"Fanatic Sheldon!"

"Greetings."

In the second seat on the left, a Sheldon dressed in Spock's Star Trek uniform held out his right hand, fingers spread with his index and middle fingers together, and his ring finger and pinky together. He answered with the classic Vulcan Salute representing "live long and prosper."

"Germaphobe Sheldon!"

"If you're going to talk, don't spit."

In the second seat on the right, a Sheldon clad in a full protective suit held up a hand toward Throne Sheldon, reminding the distant main self not to speak so forcefully and spray saliva everywhere, spreading germs.

What was something even he himself could not stand?

This was it!

"Where's Athletic Sheldon? Hahaha!"

In the third seat on the left, a Sheldon with a classic red clown ball on his nose burst into laughter.

"Don't joke around, Comedian Sheldon."

Throne Sheldon shook his head solemnly.

"Come on~"

Thinking himself hilarious, Comedian Sheldon explained, afraid his fellow consciousnesses would not get it. "It's funny because