So what do you think? Are you staying late again, or can I finally have dinner at home with my wife? God, I don't know. I'm gonna go check with Ed. Okay. Hey, any luck with that IMing thing? No, not really. I was online chatting with Fran a while ago, and I asked her what she was wearing, and she said, "a yellow blouse." Okay, that's good. Then what? Then.. yeah, that's it. I just kinda blocked. You blocked? Yeah, I didn't know what else to say. You're an award-winning copywriter, Ed. You get paid to write. Yeah, jingles for oatmeal, not soft-core porn. For God's sakes, it's not brain surgery. Is she still online? Yeah, I think so. "I love the way that blouse clings to your body." "Are you joking?" Mnh-mnh-mnh. "Nothing funny about those beautiful breasts." "Yeah? What did you want to do to me?" Uh.. Ed, your conference call's ready. Oh God, I almost forgot about that. Okay, I gotta go take this, but you keep going, 'cause you're doing great. No, Ed, I'm not doing this for you! Just.. What?