The scene is set today with Dorito and Christy sitting at the table in the dining room, each sipping a cup of tea.

Christy: Seriously, if you really like her, just ask her.

Dorito: But I seriously doubt she'd say yes.

Christy: You never know unless you try.

Dorito: True. And the only way to prevail, is by daring to fail.

Christy: See, there you go.

Dorito: But isn't there an easier way? Come on Christy, there has to be some ultimate hack for a guy to get ANY woman he may desire.

Christy: Haha, yeah, sure. If there is, then I probably haven't met him. But when are you going to do it?

Dorito: I was actually thinking of doing it on Valentine's Day, or better yet, at Clash, cause she could get embarrassed, and this way there are thousands of people who could push her to say yes.

Christy: Or you could just go try and talking to her now.

Dorito: I don't think she even has a computer.

Christy: Try a phone.

Dorito: Phone?

Christy: Yeah, the telephone. What did you think I meant? Xylophone?

Dorito: Phones are soooo out of date. Besides, some chat on Trillian is free compared to what a phone company would charge you some bill just for talking. And since when was talking considered a commodity?

The phone sitting on the counter-top in the kitchen to Christy's right begins to ring, and Christy turns her head to look at it, distracted.

Christy: Here's your chance D, go ahead and answer.

Dorito: Nah.

She shrugs and reaches over, picking the phone up from it's port and holds it to her ear.

Christy: Hello, Subway, how may we cut the fat from your diet today? ....Hello?

She shrugs, and hangs up, chuckling to herself while Dorito smirks.

Dorito: You know they're just gonna call right back.

Christy: Yeah, I know, but I just made the highlight of their day. I feel Godlike, hehe.

The phone rings again, and Christy reaches over, picking it up from it's port and holding it to her face.

Christy: (In a deep voice) Heh-heh-hello? ...Uh-uhh, no? ...Dorito? No, they're too fattening, and, uhh-uhhh, taste funny goin' down, ya know? ...Oh, him. Yeah, he's here.

She lowers the phone, covering the end you speak into as she talks normal to Dorito.

Christy: It's for you.

Dorito: Tell them to email me.

She puts the phone back to her face and continues her deep voice.

Christy: He-he-he says to write a letter to him. ...He-uh-uhhh says he don't uh, speak on these here telly-phones. ...No, why don't you-uhh, use one of them there com-puder thingies? ...Okay. And hey, what are you wearing? ...

She suddenly hangs up the phone, giggling as she looks at Dorito, speaking normal again.

Christy: 3WL is going to email you about something.

Dorito: Oh, well if it was 3WL, you could've just said so and given me the phone.

She smacks him in the arm.

Dorito: I'm kidding!

Christy: Well you almost got me.

Dorito: Almost? I totally had you. And I had you to do whatever I wanted you to do with me, that's how far I got you.

Alicia and Molly suddenly stand at the end of the table, looking at them as they hold a couple plastic bags. Dorito and Christy, smiling, look over to see them.

Christy: Hey girls, never heard you come in.

Molly: What is going on here?

Alicia: Yeah. I'm wondering the same thing.

Dorito: Oh well...

Christy: Shutup. You see, the phone rang, so I answered with a funny voice and I guess it was 3WL calling for Dorito, so I screwed with the guy and Dorito had me tell him to email him, so I guess he is. Then I hung up and told Dorito who it was and he said to have just given him the phone but he was kidding and he got me on the joke, and then you guys came in and asked what was going on, and I said the phone had rang...

Alicia: Okay, okay, we get what happened. So what did 3WL want?

Dorito: I dunno, I'm sure it had something to do with the fed.

Alicia: Oh, that reminds me, Hitman called for you earlier Dorito.

Dorito: What? Hitman?

Alicia: I don't know, call him back and find out.

Dorito: Screw that, I'll email him.

Alicia: Does he have an email address?

Dorito: I don't know, I'm not sure he has a computer. Crazy fool had me doing all the website stuff for NCW and WWCWF. Maybe he had a kid and wants a website done on that future parole.

Alicia: If Hitman had a kid, he or she would only be allowed to watch wrestling on TV, and nothing but. And if the kid wanted to watch cartoons, he'd get some of those old Hulk Hogan cartoons.

Dorito: I downloaded one of those eps a few weeks ago, completely chaotic. Like Hulk and the gang were going over to Mene Gene's to spruce the place up, but they went to the wrong place, but like these other guys got there first and destroyed everything. And I swear one of the guys voices was Shredder's.

Molly: Shredder?

Dorito: Yeah, from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, that Shredder. And I mean the Shredder from the original TMNT, not the new one.

Molly: Yeah, sure, dorkoloposis.

Alicia puts the bags on the table, and Molly proceeds to do the same.

Alicia: That's all really stupid and such, and you're burning seconds off my life with your incoherent blabbering about cartoons that no one cares about.

Dorito: Oh why don't you just go out and jog ten miles?

Alicia: We were going to do fifteen actually and leave in a little bit; after we get this stuff put away and change our clothes.

Dorito: Just fifteen? Why I remember a year ago I was doing twenty.

Dorito puts his hand into one bag, kinda rummaging through it with his eyes.

Alicia: Maybe you did, but now you can't even do one mile.

Dorito: Sure I could.

Molly: This I'd like to see, Dorito huffing and puffing before we're even out of the driveway.

Christy: Haha.

Dorito: I could do it easy, and I'll even go the full twenty with you girls.

Alicia: Yeah? Prove it. Come with us. You need the exercise anyways.

Dorito: Oh, I would, but AHA!

He pulls out a bag of apple and cinnamon rice cakes and pauses to look at it.

Dorito: Damn.

Alicia: But what?

Dorito: But I'm gonna eat these, and email everyone.

Alicia: Whatever ya pig. You're unbelievably lucky you live with me, else you'd have been eating nothing but junk food for the past two years and would be completely fat.

Molly: And revolting, like a pig playing about in it's own feces.

Christy: Ew!

Alicia: Put these away, D; girls, let's get ready to run over LA.

Christy: Could we stop at the gym too? I wanna work on my tummy a bit.

Alicia: That's fine. For the match with Mercedes and Star, we should see if Kasandra wants to come down to LA and workout with us and talk up some strategy.

Dorito: Better be some strategy, because you're the Iraq to their United States.

Molly: And we completely oppose this match, as there's no point to it.

Alicia: Exactly Molly. Besides, I'm not talking strategy for the match, I meant for the rave after. I mean, come on, the show's in Kentucky for Paul Oakenfold's sake!

Christy climbs out of her chair, and snaps her neck back, flipping her hair over her head, Dorito looking at her. She looks over at Alicia and Molly.

Christy: I'm getting changed.

Alicia: K, let's go. And Dorito, put the groceries away...and don't eat it all.

Dorito: (sarcastically) Ha-ha-ha.

Christy, Alicia, and Molly walk toward Alicia's room, while Dorito stares at the bags of food for a few seconds before peeking over his shoulder, then looks back at the bags, spacing out as the scene fades away.