Mad Scientists Reproduce by Asexual Means, but We Tend to Eat Our Young.

In an attempt to alleviate my boredom as a brilliant mad scientist without grant funding and whiling away time in academia whilst my volcano lair is under construction, I am experiencing a new aspect of professorship: advisees.  The new chair of the department, whom is so over the top handsome that I half expect him to show up shirtless with an oar or other random obscure sports apparel, has in desperation asked my august self to take some advisees.  I distractedly thanked him, but informed him that I don't need any more test subjects for the chlamydia aerosolization tests.  He reacted badly to this offhand remark, spouting something about, "ethics", and "moral responsibilities in scientific research", or something equally incomprehensible.  At least that is what I think I heard, I get distracted when he turns so red and flaps his arms like that, and then I was calculating how much chlamydia I would need for the large, 10-person aerosolization chamber....Long story short, I was informed that these students are taken under a wing of a nurturing professor, who works with them to make sure their direction in classes and information is sound for a future career path and graduation.  An interesting idea, that.  Perhaps I could instill a few choice students with a careful orchestra of advanced knowledge, to pass on a small fraction of my vast stores of wisdom to another generation of...of....mad scientists?  Is this a form of reproduction, to pass on eldritch knowledge?  Well, they first have to pass the chlamydia aerosolization chamber.  With this monumental decision for producing prodigy, I cut through the rant of the Chair, something about "Tuskagee", and grandly announced that I would happily take some of these advisees, the cream of the crop, to nurture as a mother turkey vulture to her chicks.  I need 10 strong subj--I mean students.