May I present: Dr. des. Schwab (which basically means that you may call me Dr. Schwab, but I can’t call myself Dr. yet):
(The robe is an old, moth-bitten one that one of my colleagues brought home from St. Andrew’s; now all new doctors of our section have to wear it for the big procession through the humanities building to the big bronze horse in front of said building. The hat is a gift from my colleagues.)
Oh lookz, zere R dragonz on ze hat!
‘Tis me, climbing onto the aforementioned horsie: