Fooker: [Looking around, disoriented] Um, Fred...? Where did the apartment go...?
Mischief: [Places her hand to her mouth while apparently deep in thought] Hmm... History of party lifestyle, recently dumped by ex-girlfriend, physically fit...
Fooker: Fred?
Mischief: Smells a little, though...

Mischief: ... but nothing a little molecular manipulation can't fix...
[Mischief snaps her fingers] <<Snap! FOOF!>> [Fooker's clothing changes from his typical T-shirt and jeans shorts to a black turtleneck, brown suit jacket, and long jeans.]
Fooker: HOLY WARDROBE MALFUNCTION, BATMAN! WHO? WHAT? WHEN? WHERE? WHY? HOW?

Mischief: [Smiling maniacally] Greetings, mortal! My name is Mischi—er, I mean, Misty! I am your typical mortal coed apprentice, and I seek social entertainment on the eve of a major examination. And you are...?
Fooker: Um... I'm Fooker...?

Mischief: [Grabs Fooker by the arm and drags him rapidly out of the panel] GREAT! LET'S BOOGER!
Fooker: Help?