Shit. I can never get a signal in your apartment. Hey, can I use your laptop?
Yeah, go ahead.
Okay, thanks. [slides off the couch and walks into another room, then five seconds later, offscreen, yelling in shock] WHAT THE ****?!
Holy shit, dude! What's the matter?! What happened?! What's going on?!
Well, what the hell are you doin' lookin' at my private shit?!
What are you talking about, "private shit"?! Johnny, it was wide open! There are literally thousands of files here!
Well, I've been meanin' to clear some of that out!
Jesus Chri--! Look at the organization here! "Clockwise Rim Job"? "Counter-clockwise Rim Job"?
Yeah, well, sometimes you like seein' the tongue go the other way!
You sick bastard! Look at this! "Chicks With Dicks"?!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I have a disease, all right?! I need help!
There are no chicks with dicks, Johnny! Only guys with tits!
Well, this is such a relief! You know, I'm so glad I'm finally caught! I wanted to be caught!
Johnny, now you listen to me. This is a wake-up call, all right? You gotta get back out there, and meet somebody, because you are spiraling outta control here.
All right, all right. I will. Fine. Just stop lookin' at that shit, please!
Johnny, I mean it, all right? The next chick you meet, you are gettin' back in the game.
Fine. I got it. Done.
All right. Now let's get rid of this.
What, what do you mean? We'll just delete the files.
No, no, no, no. That shit can always be recovered. We gotta smash your laptop with a hammer.
All right, there, you happy?
No, the circuits could still be reconstructed if somebody worked at it. We gotta bury it in the harbor.
Okay. We'll come back once every three months, take a dive, and check on it.








