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[[Fooker is furiously typing away, illuminated only by the glow of his monitor. Fred is perched on his shoulder.]]
Fred: Let me get this straight. Someone leaves you a mysterious package with a disassembled hard drive and a note about some test in it, without any clue of its origin.

Fred: You proceed to assemble the drive, plug it into your computer, and crack its contents, without regard to viruses or other potential hazards. Just why are you doing this?

[[Fooker shows he is miffed by angling his eyebrows inwards and raising his right index finger.]]
Fooker: It's the principle of the thing! "Because it is there."
Fred: Oh, I see. This is a testosterone thing.
{{Happy Birthday, GPF!!}}