Cyrus: Hello my good friend, may I help you?
HHH: Don't suck up to me Cyrus, it won't get you anywhere. You don't happen to know anything about this person who is sending me these strange letters do you?
Cyrus: No, I don't know anything about that. I can't figure it out myself.
HHH: You better not be in on this.
Cyrus: I'm not, don't worry. I'll let you know the instant I find something out.
HHH: Yeah, you better.
Cyrus: Wait...I do know something...
HHH: You are behind it aren't you!? You little twirp!
Cyrus: NO no no! Okay just a little while ago the Undertaker came in here and demanded a rematch with you for the title. I thought it was a little suspicious. I'm going to go out on a limb here, but...(whispers) I think he's behind it. He's dark and cynical...mysterious...and not afraid of anyone. Why else would he want a rematch?
HHH: Good point...you know what, I think you might be onto something here. Where is he?
Cyrus: How would I know?
HHH: Don't get smart with me or I'll hand you your ass, and it won't be on a silver platter.
Cyrus: Sorry, my apologies...