|Note: Not actually Michael's loo. (P.S. It totally is.)|
Michael is seated on the throne, Jeff is questioning Michael while Clark stands behind Jeff, holding a desk lamp in the air.
JEFF: Now, Michael, my old friend, ol' buddy ol' pal, let's go through this one more time. Just so's we get it straight. WHAT THE @%&#*@ happened!!?!? Hm? Hmm?
CLARK: Yeah, hm?!? Hmmm?!?
MICHAEL: Look, fellas, I dunno. I'm as confused as you are.
J: Confused, eh? Eh?
C: Yeah, confused eh??
M: Yes, I mean, when KB -
J: That's Mama to you, butterball!
C: Yeah, what Jeff said.
M:(to Clark) Crawler! (to me) when she needed help I offered my services -
J: I bet you did, I bet you did...
M: ...and said I would moderate the page.
M: And what? The trolling didn't stop or slow down, and even using every Unbelieva-skill in my arsenal I was powerless to stop it. Heck-fire, I even tried using common sense but it was no use! I was up against something bigger.
C: What he said.
M: And that's it. After two days the KB - I mean, Mama had had enough and pulled the plug.
M: Look, I've had enough.Can I tinkle in peace, please?
M: And read the paper.
J: Okay... but this is not over! We will get to the bottom of this one way or another.
M: Guys, you're just in denial.