You enter Adam's office to see him standing on his desk, jamming on an air-guitar as Lute headbangs and throws up hand-horns. Adam slowly stops jamming and looks at you, his little concert interrupted. Lute hisses and stomps over at you, her every word dripping with venom.

Lute: Can you not see we're busy?!

Adam: Kill the motor, Danger T-ts! Lute stops in her tracks. Adam speaks with his mouth full, eating from a plate of ribs. Things just got a lot more spee-icy! And I always got time to meet the fans. He winks at you. Let 'em talk. It was getting boring anyway.

Lute: Her eye twitches. ...Yes, sir. She returns to Adam's side with her hands behind her back, glaring daggers at you.

Adam: He leans back in his chair, grinning at you. 'Sup?