Today on LG15

*Today on LG15 Spencer swung into action! (Well he had to eat a snack first...but then he was raring to go!)*

(Spencer is sitting in his car eating a sandwich.)

Spencer: Have you ever seen that commercial where that guy is in his car and he's like screaming and he's pounding on his steering wheel? And then he says something like, "I'm sorry, I must have low blood sugar." (Spencer starts laughing.) And then he's like, "Well, how 'bout some Chinese food?" It's the funniest commercial! (Spencer continues laughing, then stops abruptly, looking nervously at the camera. He continues eating his doughnut.)

*Mad scientist? Just slightly...*

Spencer: Uh, anyways, I just wanted to say, "Hey," to everyone I met in chat over the weekend. So, hey! You guys are really cool, and you helped me understand what's going on with Jonas and Daniel and Sarah and Taylor, and of course your friend Bree. Those guys explained it to me, but you guys explained it more... thoroughly. Thoroughly... (He ponders this word.) So, thanks! If you weren't in chat, then you probably don't know what's been going on... a lot!

Last Friday, Daniel and Sarah went to this yacht club and found some documents that belonged to my Dad, who was a research scientist named Isaac Gilman. There was also a letter for me, and I want to say thanks to Daniel for posting it for me.

It's dated December 15th, 2006. (Reads from his laptop) "I hope this letter finds its way to you, Spencer." So, there were a bunch of other letters in that plastic box. Quite a few documents that describe my Dad's research. The bummer is that some of those documents that might have had some information that could help your friend Bree were water damaged. Look, I know I said I didn't want to get involved in all this stuff, but after reading my Dad's papers, I kind of feel like it's the right thing to do. My Dad would want me to help you guys.

*Hooray! Finally!*

Listen Daniel, I know you don't think anyone can ever read those papers, but I don't know, maybe I can make out some of it! It is my Dad who wrote it, and I happen to be a scientist. So um, I don't know...maybe you can post it? And I don't mean to bug you, like you should do it right now, but you know, maybe later this morning...or today. And then, tonight when I get home from work, I can look at it. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm probably the best person to interpret my Dad's writings. After all, he is my Dad. Am I repeating myself? Sorry.

(A man in a suit pokes his head through the window and begins to talk to Spencer as music plays.)

Spencer: That was Terry. Always has to know what everyone else is up to. Well, it's almost 8 o'clock, so I should get going into my office. But, um, I just wanted to say that getting involved in all this stuff makes me feel like Cliff Sawyer when he entered the other-dimensional world of Khom'ad. Very cool, right? (Nervous laugh.)

*Did Terry look slightly watcher / order like to you? Do Neutrogena do an orange facial scrub?*

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