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[[Trudy in foreground holding paper in left hand, looking over her right shoulder at Tim and Scott, also carrying paper as they walk.]]
Scott: Aye, Sir Nicholas' beard is indeed nascent, but shows potential. In time, a truer Unix geek's mane none may find.

[[Trudy daydreams of Nick with shirt open, hard rippling abdominal muscles, lots and lots of shaggy hair, and a thick beard]]
Trudy (thinks): Hmm.. So Nick's growing a beard? How deliciously rugged he'd look, so masculine, so virile...

[[Nick walks past in the corridor, carrying paper in each hand. He still has only faint five o'clock shadow. Trudy sees him]]

[[She looks at him up close, frowning]]
Trudy: No. Just... No.