“What did you say?” She said.

“Huh?” Rudd said.

“What?” said Rudd’s bud.

“I asked what you said,” she said.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Rudd said to his bud.

“Huh?” she said.

“Wait,” Rudd said.

“Listen to me,” said Rudd’s bud.

“No,” Rudd said. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Fuck off,” she said. “Fuck you.”

“No,” Rudd said. “Hang on.”

“What?” she said.

“You’re in danger,” said Rudd’s bud. “And so is she.”

“What?” Rudd said.

“Huh?” she said.

“Wait,” Rudd said. “Hang on—my fucking bud.”

“Your fucking bud might save your life,” said Rudd’s bud. “If you listen.”

“Fuck you,” Rudd said.

“Alright,” she said. “This is too jerked off. I’m out.”

“No,” Rudd said. “You’re in danger.”

“Huh?” she said.

“Good man,” said Rudd’s bud.

Rudd smacked his temple. “Shut the fuck up,” Rudd said, cupping his ear and turning away from her. “Seriously.”

“Bye,” she said. “You’re seriously messed up, dude.”

“No,” Rudd said. “I’m not—my fucking bud—it got hacked and now some asshole keeps talking to me and won’t shut the fuck up,” he said.

“Fuck you,” she said.

“No,” Rudd said. “Seriously, this is totally fucked and I’m sorry. Just listen.”

“What,” she said.

“You’re in danger,” Rudd said. Then like a confession, “I’m in danger,” he said. “We’re in danger.”

“How so?” she said. “By who?”

“I don’t know,” Rudd said. “But that’s what my bud told me.”

“Alright,” she said. “This is seriously too fucked. I’m out.”