(Mr. Bilford Blaze finds himself sitting on his beanbag chair, flipping casually through the latest Playboy and speaking on the phone with his BFF, Mr. Neil Barnes.)
Barnes: "AGH!"
Blaze: "What the hell?"
Barnes: "Ah, nothing. I just got out of a shower. I was shaving my balls, and I rubbed soap out of my eyes and I got a micro-pube in my pupil. It's like stuck in there, hurts like fuck."
Blaze (flipping another page): "Right..."
Barnes: "Don't you hate it when that happens?"
(Pause.)
Blaze: "Can't say that I do."
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