Dr. Pepper

There was this guy named Murphy Pepper from Alexandria in my first year suite at UVa who was an obvious plant.  His father was a psychiatrist, so he must have worked for the CIA because they like cargo cult stuff like polygraphs and mind control that they think is scientific even though it obviously isn't or even useful.  He was really dumb, spending his time listening to derivative gangsta rap, playing video games, and eventually going to a Christian fellowship group.  It was obvious that he wasn't really an Echols Scholar, let alone a National Merit Scholar, and even with the incredibly low standards for in-state students at the time probably wouldn't have gotten into UVa otherwise.  He ended up in the Comm School and now works doing real estate titles.