[Mischief crawls on top of Fooker and is completely undressed. She smiles a wicked, seductive smile.]
Mischief: Then just lie back and you can have a little mischief...
Fooker: [Still nervous] Y-you seem a bit young. I'm not taking advantage of you...?

[The pair are now close up and we see only the lower half of their faces. Mischief touches Fooker's cheek and leans in to kiss him.]
Mischief: Oh, no. By your concepts of time, I would be trillions of years old.
Fooker: [Succumbing to his hormones] You... look good for your age...

[Suddenly they are startled by an extremely loud voice:] MISCHIEF! [We see the pair in silhouette, jumping in surprise.]

[Mischief hastily covers herself with a sheet. She looks mortified while Fooker is merely startled.]
Mischief: OH CRAP! OH CRAP! OH CRAP! OH CRAP!
Fooker: Th-that's not your dad, is it?

[Fooker finds himself sprawled on the floor, naked, as the shadow of the Gamester looms over him.]
Mischief: [Off panel] Worse... it's my boss...