“You fuck your mother with that mouth?”

“No, I fuck yours! With your own!”

“What? My own what?”

Felten hesitates. “Your–your own mother.”

“That can’t be right,” says Donna. “Let me get some paper.”

DING

“You fuck your mother with that mouth?”

“Yes!”

DING

“You fuck your mother with that mouth?”

“She’s dead, you prick!”

“Oh jeez.” Donna flushes. “I didn’t mean that.”

“You didn’t know,” mutters Felten.

Pause.

“You’re not really a prick,” says Felten.

“Well, not anatomically.”

DING

“You fuck your mother with that mouth?”

“That’s good,” says Felten. “Can I use that?”

“It’s trademarked,” Donna says shortly.