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[[Trudy and Nega-Nick (masquerading as "our" Nick) are wrapping up a session with Mr. Jones at Goodman Rubber.]]
Mr. Jones: Another great brainstorming session, you two! And it's great to see you back in the saddle, Trudy!
Trudy: Why, thank you, Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones: [winking at Trudy] So... Who's the lucky fellow? [[her eyes widen in surprise and confusion.]] Didn't peg you as the type to take the grooms's name when you got married...
Nega-Nick: [conspiratorially] Witness protection program. Just don't spread that around.

[[Mr. Jones looks confused and worried, not quite sure what to make of that answer.]]
Mr. Jones: Ah. Well... It's fine seeing you again, just the same. Especially since this will be our last project together. Well, for me, at least. I doubt Goodman will drop GPF any time soon.
Trudy: Last project?

Mr. Jones: [smiling] Yes, I'm retiring at the end of the month! Twenty-five years, all great ones. Haven't the foggiest what I'm going to do with myself, but I'll bet Mrs. Jones has a few ideas!