LEITCH: This is Will.
CRIS CARTER: What the fuck is up with these cats, man?
LEITCH: Wha…what are you talking about?
CRIS CARTER: There are these two cats…well hold on…maybe, maybe it’s one cat. I don’t know. But the words on the picture say Time Travel Cat Almost Creases Paradox? What the fuck is a paradox, man?
LEITCH: That’s not my site, Cris. I didn’t have anything to do with that site.
CRIS CARTER: You think this shit’s funny? This ain’t funny.
LEITCH: Cris, I’m not laughing at all.
CRIS CARTER: And how did you get that cat to travel back in time? Motherfucker, if you’re sending cats back in time, bitch, you better TELL ME.
LEITCH: Cris, I write for one blog. It’s not about cats. I have no insight into time travel.
CRIS CARTER: And then I saw you and your friends running through a forest and you used your magic powers to bomb somebody’s funeral? Why the fuck would you do that, man?
LEITCH: What the fuck are you talking about?
CRIS CARTER: You think that shit’s funny? That ain’t funny.
LEITCH: Cris, I write for one blog. It’s not about cats. I have no insight into the dark arts.
CRIS CARTER: And like the last two message board posts I couldn’t even read. And what’s up with that Scatman song? That song ain’t worth a shit, you know what I’m sayin’!
LEITCH: Cris, I gotta go.
CRIS CARTER: Don’t you hang up on me, motherfucker! I wanna know about this girl that’s crying about Britney Spears!
LEITCH: That’s not a girl. Goodbye.
CRIS CARTER: Motherfuck–
LEITCH: Wow, what an asshole.