“First job out of law school, other than the clerkship. Once I get this on my resume, I am outta here!”

“Where to?”

“The private sector, that far away land our coworkers fear and loathe, and yet envy.”

Just then, Stuart appeared at the door. Stuart came to deliver a letter, a letter which would change Corbin and Beckett’s lives forever, though Stuart had no idea of the importance of this letter. But first, Stuart had something more important to discuss.

“Knock knock,” Stuart drawled. The ever-present fluorescent lights reflected brightly off his prematurely-balding forehead and his thick glasses.

“Come on in, Stuart,” Beckett said, waving Stuart into the office.

Stuart entered the office, leaving his mail cart in the hallway. “Hey, I’ve got something you gotta see,” said Stuart, as he unzipped the fanny pack on the front of his belt. Fearing this meant pornography, Beckett tried to stop him, but Stuart was undeterred. He pulled a bent paperback book from the fanny pack. “Did you know the moon landing was fake? Do you know how they know?” Stuart asked in an overly-loud conspiratorial whisper. “NASA forgot to put stars in the pictures. They say they took pictures on the moon, but there aren’t any stars. That’s because they took the pictures in a warehouse and were supposed to add the stars later, but they forgot.”

Stuart paused for a response, but got only silence.

“Know what else? NASA never got any satellites into space. You know this one?” he asked, fanning the book open and pointing to a picture near the book’s middle. “It’s called Pioneer. It’s got pictures of naked people on the side.” Stuart chuckled.

Corbin smirked. “You mean the menu?”

“What? What do you mean?” Stuart asked, suddenly perplexed.

“The picture on the side. It’s a menu.”