The Mathematicians Problem

The Mathematicians Problem(Sam Schaap) Professor O'Neil is a tall gangly man who has spectacles on the end of his rigid nose near his pale thin lips. He has a sphere face with white hair balding at either side. You can see wrinkles emerging out of his forehead beginning at his face. His fingers are like his torso, bony and thin, however his fingernails are immaculate in the sense of them being cut in a rainbow like manner. He is dressed respectively down from his shoes to his stripy tie.
Every now and again professor O'Neil will gaze hopefully in the clocks direction longing for the big hand to strike half past. But 80% of the time his hope is crushed like an ant being stomped on by a shoe.

O'Neil is a professor of mathematics at Cambridge University where he studies number theory and abstract algebra.Abstract algebra being his favourite of course. He is currently stuck on a mind boggling problem which is causing quite frankly an engaging hullabaloo from outside his office.
He reaches for a dishevelled book which he hopes has the answer he is searching for.
But no.
He slouches back onto his rickety chair and drifts off into an hour of primary thought.

"We're not paying you for overtime are we?"
Professor O'Neil was lurched out of his imagination and back into his office that held a slightly over-weight visitor with books stacked up to the start of his chin.
"Oh, of course not." O'Neil replied, muffled from his dry mouth.
"Well get going then, I've got calculus papers to mark and all the other offices around here are pigging locked!" The man bellowed angrily.
Avoiding trouble, O'Neil got his things together and rushed out of his office leaving a few penetrating squeaks behind him from his leather shoes creating friction with the laminate flooring.
The cool breeze from the air met with him as the transparent door bashed back onto its hinges.
Professor O'Neil couldn't help but keep his head down as he walked and thought about the problem that was agitating him like a bumblebee swarming around his head.
He must've looked distressed because a grotesque man who looked like he was busking approached O'Neil and spoke, "you mathematicians who leave that building always look like you're carrying the world on your shoulders."
Professor O'Neil threw out a false chuckle and answered "maths problems hey?"
The man looked solemnly at professor O'Neil and said:
"We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them."