Put two and two together...

"Good morning, Mr. Porkington. What are we going to do about Israel?" You ask him, having no idea what the situation is anyway.

"Eh, you can the formalities, eh? Lot o' moose here in Ca-nada!" Porkington replies. Chances are he's Canadian.

"Uhh...." You try to think of what to say next, "Well, about Isra-"

"Amy, Amy. I checked this phone for bugs. Don't bother with the cover story. Well, about 'Israel'... are we still on for tonight?" Porker seems to be implying a date.

You look around your desk, and one thing that catches your eye is a grossly obese man in a photograph, signed 'My little Porkyham'

1. "NO WAY! Umm.. because, why come now, when we can be much more romantic next week."
2. "Sure. The Red Fandango, at 8. I'll be the one surrounded by bodyguards."

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