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*Buster Gates storms into a room where Reginald is sitting, reading a newspaper.*
Buster Gates: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!
*Buster shoves an iPad into Reginald's face to show him the news story.*
Reginald: I, uh...
Buster Gates: HOW!? WHY!? WHAT!? WHY!? WHAT!?
Reginald: We need to get a lawyer on the phone right away.
Buster Gates: WHO THE FUCK PUT THESE ONLINE? I WANT THAT SON OF A BITCH DEAD!
Reginald: Don't worry, I'll get it taken down.
*Reginald fumbles to get his phone out of his pocket.*
Buster Gates: This is the internet, Reg! They're on there forever now. If Jennifer Lawrence can't get pictures taken down, no-one can.
Reginald: What are we going to do?
Buster Gates: We're going to hunt this bitch down!
Reginald: Do you have any idea who it could've been? Who did you send these pictures too?
Buster Gates: No-one! I sent them to no-one! I mean, I had them on my phone but I wasn't stupid enough to actually send them around!
Reginald: So who's had access to your phone?
Buster Gates: Nobody! I keep my phone with me at all times! Actually... I might have showed some girls at parties from time to time when drunk, but they've never actually been sent a copy.
Reginald: How long ago was this? How often... Never mind...
Buster Gates: What?
Reginald: I was going to ask how often you get drunk, but that's a silly question.
Buster Gates: Exactly! Fuck... My heart is racing... I'm so angry...
Reginald: Listen, it's all going to be ok. Who goes on TMZ anyway?
Buster Gates: Who am I facing this week?
Reginald: Uhh... Anthony Sharpe. Why does that...
Buster Gates: He's going to die.
Reginald: It probably wasn't him though... What's the chances that...
Buster Gates: HE'S GOING TO DIE! I don't care! I'm going to send a message to whoever managed to get a copy of those photos that you do not mess with me! I don't care if you're a man, woman or infant child. I will rip your dick off and shove it down your throat!
Reginald: That's... Graphic...
Buster Gates: THIS IS GRAPHIC REG!
*Buster presses the iPad to Reginald's face.*
Buster Gates: My middle leg is on display for the world to see! I'm not Ron Jeremy, this isn't what I want! FUCK!
*Buster throws the iPad across the room and leaves. The screen fades to black.*
Buster Gates: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!
Reginald: I, uh...
Buster Gates: HOW!? WHY!? WHAT!? WHY!? WHAT!?
Reginald: We need to get a lawyer on the phone right away.
Buster Gates: WHO THE FUCK PUT THESE ONLINE? I WANT THAT SON OF A BITCH DEAD!
Reginald: Don't worry, I'll get it taken down.
*Reginald fumbles to get his phone out of his pocket.*
Buster Gates: This is the internet, Reg! They're on there forever now. If Jennifer Lawrence can't get pictures taken down, no-one can.
Reginald: What are we going to do?
Buster Gates: We're going to hunt this bitch down!
Reginald: Do you have any idea who it could've been? Who did you send these pictures too?
Buster Gates: No-one! I sent them to no-one! I mean, I had them on my phone but I wasn't stupid enough to actually send them around!
Reginald: So who's had access to your phone?
Buster Gates: Nobody! I keep my phone with me at all times! Actually... I might have showed some girls at parties from time to time when drunk, but they've never actually been sent a copy.
Reginald: How long ago was this? How often... Never mind...
Buster Gates: What?
Reginald: I was going to ask how often you get drunk, but that's a silly question.
Buster Gates: Exactly! Fuck... My heart is racing... I'm so angry...
Reginald: Listen, it's all going to be ok. Who goes on TMZ anyway?
Buster Gates: Who am I facing this week?
Reginald: Uhh... Anthony Sharpe. Why does that...
Buster Gates: He's going to die.
Reginald: It probably wasn't him though... What's the chances that...
Buster Gates: HE'S GOING TO DIE! I don't care! I'm going to send a message to whoever managed to get a copy of those photos that you do not mess with me! I don't care if you're a man, woman or infant child. I will rip your dick off and shove it down your throat!
Reginald: That's... Graphic...
Buster Gates: THIS IS GRAPHIC REG!
*Buster presses the iPad to Reginald's face.*
Buster Gates: My middle leg is on display for the world to see! I'm not Ron Jeremy, this isn't what I want! FUCK!
*Buster throws the iPad across the room and leaves. The screen fades to black.*
