I walk through the electronic screener, and the TSA guy on the other side says to me:
"What's the capital of Alaska?"
"Yeah, everyone says Anchorage, but in fact it's Junaeu."
"Awesome, thanks screener-dude."
And that's when his cohorts realized he was not one of them, pointed, let out an alien-like screech, and he was promptly spirited away to work at the Cinnabuns where they require a High School education to retain employment.