Lethal E-Mail
(Butters tries to check his e-mail)
Butters: Shit, stupid fucking internet... you try to get on, they cut you off. You call them up, they cut you off. There's no stopping them!
Leo: You wanna know why, kid? Because they fuck you with the internet, they fuck you with the internet. You try and download something they somehow say that it's too large to be downloaded, or that your computer is too fucking slow!
Cole: Oh god, here we go...
Butters: That's not as bad as when they keep spamming your inbox and screw up your computer completely. Why they do that, so you have to upgrade and pay more for their internet!
Leo: They're god damned rip offs waiting to grab another buck from their prey!
Butters: I stood... I waited 45 fucking minutes on the phone waiting for their damn slow asses to take my problem, while the fucking phone company's charging me for the call and I'm just sitting there listening to god damned fucking Joni Mitchell. I don't know who the hell Joni Mitchell is, and I don't wanna know, I wanna know what the fuck's wrong with my damn internet! And then I get some Pakistani guy, a Pakistani! Who can hardly understand a word of fucking english, and he's yelling at me to repeat everything, and after I'm through with the damn phone conversation another 45 fucking minutes later, my fucking internet is still not fixed!
Leo: They fuck you, they fuck you, they fuck you!
Riggs: Hey Leo, check your e-mail, I think there's an e-mail for you.
Leo: Thanks.
(Leo checks his laptop, the screen shows in large letter's 'SHUT THE FUCK UP'.)
Leo: Very funny, Riggs!
Roger: Leo, would you get out of here!
Cole: Yeah, go home.
Leo: Okay, okay, okay.
Butters: Fuck man. What the hell is wrong with this damn thing?
(Riggs goes over to Butters' computer)
Riggs: You didn't log on.
Butters: Shit, you see? Too damn complicated!
(Everyone begins laughing.)
Butters: The damn thing's complicated, all right? Damn.
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