:10:06
I miss you. What you mean,
you just wanna be friends?
:10:11
- Get off me!
- Put that away and give me some.
:10:14
- It's gonna be okay. Come on, baby.
- Jesus, can't you see I'm busy?!
:10:18
- Put that stupid shit away, alright?
- Crick, get off!
:10:21
It's time to give
me some, alright?
:10:25
Just relax, alright?
:10:27
You stapled my ass!
:10:29
- What are you doing?
- Stop it!
:10:31
He was gonna kill me.
I just hoped to get in...
:10:34
a few verbal punches before
he went Mike Tyson on me.
:10:36
- Who are you?
- I'm Matthew. Your name's Crick.
:10:40
As in "Crick without a paddle".
I've seen you around.
:10:43
- You're a natural born hipster.
- Natural born hipster?
:10:46
The next evolution of a jock.
You traded in your letterman jacket...
:10:49
for a manicured goatee
and an Euro trash ponytail.
:10:52
You're the worst kind of cool,
the kind who wears male make-up.
:10:55
A real fashion plate.
:10:57
You're living proof of those boy-toy
do of uses in those men's magazines!
:11:01
I was a goner.
But better me than her.
:11:04
What was the worse? Crick was
hopped upon nicotine gum.
:11:08
A chain-chewer. And he chewed
his gum with his mouth open.
:11:11
I hated that noise.
It was my kryptonite
:11:15
What the hell are
you doing here?
:11:17
- I'm here so save her.
- Save her?
:11:20
How are you gonna do that?
:11:22
Crick wasn't wearing a shirt.
His nipples stood out like knobs...
:11:26
on an old TV.
I don't know what possessed me.
:11:30
Probably his incessant
nicotine-gum chewing.
:11:35
But my hands reached out like
they were drawing twin guns.
:11:39
I grabbed his nipples
and did a double twist.
:11:52
But, somehow, through his blur
of pain, Crick fought back.
:11:57
He grabbed my nipples
and twisted.