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Fill: Foggy Reads Matt's Mail [1/5]

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‘You are bearing a suspiciously large bundle there, Mr. Murdock.’

Matt attempted to smile winningly at Foggy.

‘Read my junk mail, Foggy? I’d hate to miss something if I just dumped it all and the OCR software is the worst.’

Foggy pushed notes and files around on his desk until a patch of surface could be seen.

‘Let’s do this thing. I promise I’ll take it seriously.’

Matt sat across from him and leaned back in the chair.

‘I trust you, Foggy.’

Three misaddressed letters and two updates on health insurance later:

‘Okay, dude, I hate to be the one who tells you this but your landlord has written to say that your apartment has been claimed by the Great Cockroach Emperor, Fizbit the Uncrushable II.’

‘Huh. What happened Fizbit the Uncrushable?’

‘He wasn’t Fizbit the Ungassable. Anyway.’

‘Anyway.’

‘Was that a verbal eye roll there? Mind your tone, Matthew. Anyway, you are being allowed to stay on in the capacity of court jester.’

‘This is the suit thing, isn’t it.’

‘No. Noooo!’

‘Yes. Yeees.’

‘You’re going to have to learn the language, adopt the currency…’

‘Where do you even come up with this?’

‘What? They’ve even sent a handbook!’

‘That’s a Sears Catalog.’

‘Spoil my fun, why don’t you.’

‘Letter from my landlord?’

‘Yeah, they’re complaining about people smoking on the roof and making a mess.’

‘I’ll regret asking this, but do this again next week?’