Smitty Smith walks into the lobby of an office building. He is met at the metal detector by a man in a business suit and sun glasses named Man Smith. They are not related.
Man: Good morning. What is your business in this building?
Smitty: I work here.
Man: What office are you in?
Smitty: I work for McJohnsonson and Son on the thirtieth floor.
Man: The office is closed today. Mr. McJohnsonson is being interviewed by the Federal
Bureau of Investigation. There is a search for a mole.
Smitty: Avogadro's number?
Man: Avogrado didn't leave his number.
Smitty: No. I mean a mole. It's 6.02 times 10 to the 23rd power
Man: Is that code?
Smitty: No. In chemistry --
Man: Forget it. That's not the mole we are looking for.
Smitty: I heard he has a rather large one on his back.
Man: A number?
Smitty: No, a mole. A brown spot of skin.
Man: That's not the mole we want
Smitty: There may also be one on his scalp.
Man: We don't care about skin tags.
Smitty: Well, there's only about five square feet of ground outside this building. If you're
looking for a mole it's probably there.
Man: We don't care about tunnel rats. We're more interested in business rats.
Smitty: Ricky Rat's office is on twenty-ninth.
Man: Don't be cute, Smith.
Smitty: It's my bone structure; can't help it really.
Man: We know you're the mole. You infiltrated McJohnsonson three years ago and have
been stealing proprietary secrets from your boss for your other boss.
Smitty: You have no proof, and Mr. Jojones, the man who sent me here to spy on the
company, will never admit to anything either.
Man: You are the worst mole I have ever --
Smitty: I have a mole?! Where?! This is horrible!
Man: Take him away, Agent Smith.
Another man steps up from behind and takes Smitty Smith into custody. They are
not related.
Smitty stops and turns to what he seems to think is a hidden camera.
Smitty: A mole is a terrible thing to waste.
All exit. Outside, in a five square foot area of dirt, a small rodent appears.
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