"Dude," Paul asked, "What are you doing?"
"Making a Twitter," Jared answered, eyes trained on the computer as he continued to type. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"You have a Twitter?"
"Now, I do." said Jared, spinning around on the chair, "Don't act so shocked, you asshole. I already have over a hundered followers, how many do you have?"
"I don't even have a Twitter." Paul answered.
"Oh," said Jared flippantly "Sucks for you."
"Do you even know what a Twitter is?"
"Of course," replied Jared, "It's an online place where you keep your secrets."
"How's that?"
"Basically, you, like, texts the website and it stores you secrets like a lock-box, an online lock-box."
"I think Twitters actaully—"
"Actually, what?"
Paul started to speak, then stopped, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Actually a great way to keep you secrets. Good call, man, good call."
"Thanks."
"So, what's your Twitters name?"
"Wolfman22."
"Wolfman22? Isn't that your AIM e-mail too?"
"Yup." said Jared. "I use it for everything."
"So you use the same pass—"
"Just shut your fat mouth and tell me how to spell werewolf!" Jared snapped.
Paul sighed, "Alright. W—"
"SLOW DOWN!"