Pam was pulling on a red and black Wildberry Creek High School student uniform over his body, hoisting his trousers while asking Dennis, "Are you sure there's no problem with me spreading rumors at Wildberry Creek High School about our summer camp having professors from Princeton? This uniform looks a bit too big compared to the Saint Cross one, which might make it hard to escape when facility members recognize me."
"Just remember to steady your glasses before you make a run for it, yes, I can guarantee you'll be fine, and you're the one amongst us three who looks the most like a diligent student," Dennis said, with a leisurely smile, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
Tommy Hawk sat on the workbench in Pam's garage, nibbling on a finger biscuit lost in thought until Dennis handed him a cigarette, "Tommy, what do you think of my publicity strategy?"
