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[[Ki is seated at her desk, typing at her computer, as Fooker stands behind her. Nick walks in, carrying a handful of envelopes.]]
Fooker: What's up, Nickmeister?
Nick: Just going through my junk mail.

[[Our view closes in on just Nick as he opens a letter and reads it.]]
Nick: I hate it when people send me this stuff. Credit card applications, free samples, special moonlight madness sales...

[[The view pulls back to encompass all three.]]
Nick: Listen to this: "Dear Nick, you've just won three free tickets to--"
[[Fooker's hair blows straight back in surprise. Ki is startled and puzzled.]]
Fooker: *Nerdvana!!!*
Ki: ?