[[A mustachioed man, Malki !, stands in his library reading. He is dressed in a white tuxedo.]]
Malki !: Oh. Hello there! I'm David Malki !, explorer, industrialist, and CEO of Wondermark Industries ...
[[Walks over to a set where a man is preparing to take a photograph.]]
Malki !: Behind the scenes here at Wondermark, we work to ensure that only the highest quality product reaches your homes and offices.
Photographer: Lose the pince-nez, Chuck. We're going for upper-middle, not idle rich with this one.
Chuck: Gotcha.
[[A technician in a lab coat is sitting at a computer workstation.]]
Malki !: Our scientists and technicians toil 'round the clock, honing the anachronisms and incongruities that have become synonymous with "Wondermark."
[[Two scientists stand with a tribesman in a grass skirt and tiki mask.]]
Scientist 1: ... So 25% more "ooga booga," and hold the spear two degrees left ...
Tribesman: Like this?
Scientist 2: Better.
Malki !: Why do we do this? Some might say it's because we're crazy ... well, if caring about your customers is crazy, then we don't want to be ... DAMMIT! Line?
Higgins: (out of frame) "Sane," Mr. Malki !, sir.
Malki !: ... we don't want to be Spain.
Director: (out of frame) -- aaand CUT!
[[Malki ! removes his tie while talking to his assistant.]]
Malki !: Thank God that's done! Higgins, where's my goddamn appletini?! Denise, cancel my appointments. And fire Higgins.
Higgins: (rushes over with a martini glass) Coming Mr. Malki !, sir!
{{alt-text: every word the gospel truth}}