M: Whatthe frig, Cooper? We were supposed to meet in my office a half an hour ago.

S: Andyet, now you're in my office. Point: Cooper. Welcome to the Thunderdome,Kripke.

M: Weagreed to exchange copies of our work. Let me see yours.

S: Whydon't you show me yours first.

M: Youthink I just fell off the turnip truck? We exchange at the same time.

S: Howdo I know you're not going to take my ideas and publish them as your own?

M: Howdo I know you're not going to do that with mine?

S: Yeah,because I'm not interested in getting published in Mad magazine. Zingers flyfast in the Thunderdome, Barry.

M: Arewe going to do this or not? Thank you. So, we read each other's work, meetagain tomorrow?

S: Fine.

M: Nicetry. This is blank paper.

S: Iam sure it's still more valuable than whatever's in here.

M: Coughit up, Cooper.

S: Verywell.

M: Ifthis one's blank, too, I'm going to be furious.

S: Fine.