I DON'T OWN IT CROWD OR ANYTHING RELATED. ALL RIGHTS GO TO GRAHAM LINEHAN.

Moss sat down at his desk, deep in thought. He took off his glasses, stared at them for a while and put them back on again. Why did that girl take such an interest in his glasses? It wasn't like there was anything special about them. Roy sat on the phone, obviously becoming more and more infuriated with the person on the other end of the phone.

"Really? Well you can stick your phone call where the sun doesn't shine!" he shouted through the mouthpiece. He slammed the phone back down and folded his arms.

"You really need to learn some people skills!" Moss said.

"Never mind me, what is it with you? You've been staring at your glasses for ages!" exclaimed Roy.

"If I tell you something, do you promise that you won't laugh?" asked Moss. Roy nodded.

"Well, I was up on the fifth floor, and that girl wasn't paying any attention to her computer!" said Moss, visibly puzzled. Roy nodded. "She seemed to actually be nice to me, and when I was telling her about what I had done to fix her computer, all she had to say was 'I like your glasses'!"

Roy allowed a tiny smile and then managed to keep a straight face.

"And she told me that I was funny!" he continued. "I'm not funny, I'm weird! That's all I am!"

Roy's smile became wider. Moss had no idea why that girl was acting like that.

"Moss, you do realise the true reason as why that girl liked your glasses, don't you?" asked Roy.

"Well, she liked the fact that I fixed her computer, so I'm guessing that's it," replied Moss.

"You are so clueless," said Roy. "She likes you. You know, in that way."

"No she doesn't," said Moss.

"Yeah she does!" insisted Roy.