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Sharon: Fooker, what's up with you today?
Fooker: Sorry. I've been out in space.
Sharon: Obviously. You just passed a row of dirt-cheap motherboards without flinching.

Sharon: What has you so distracted?
Fooker: I dunno. I had this silly, crazy dream last night, and it got me thinking about... well, US.

Sharon: I'm beginning to LIKE this dream...
Fooker: Er, you might NOT. It didn't exactly paint you in the most flattering light.

Sharon: This isn't the one with me dressed up in plastic wrap while spanking Ed McMahon with a sausage while you're dancing "Swan Lake" in the nude again, is it?
Fooker: Fortunately, No.