The room:  A small conference room.  It could be anywhere...  but it's
	not.

The occupants:  Three.  A tall thin fellow, long hair, beard and glasses,
	a even taller man short hair, and a woman with a bob.  (HAIRSTYLE!) 

The words: ...

WW: I asked you both here for help.  Once again, the FFml is about to fall
	under a lemon phase.  I suspect I need the big guns to bring it to
	a halt this time.

Scully:  Who are we looking for?

WW:  Well...