At the Goat, Carol's watching Jackass play pinball like a good little biker babe should do. Jackass asks her if "everything's okay, Zippy?" She's taken aback by the "Zippy" nickname; Jackass points out that he's trying to come up with an endearing and affectionate nickname for her. She seems about as impressed as the cast members of this show would be if they were ever to stumble across my misguided blatherings here. Carol says that "Zippy" is a chimp's name, so Jackass asks her if she has something on her mind..."Bubbles?" Carol says that's what Michael Jackson named his chimp. Jackass says that "Bubbles" is a great nickname, and that Jacko can't possibly "own" the nickname. I'm thinkin' that the guy owns the Beatles. He could probably scrounge up the duckies to purchase "Bubbles" as a name. He's good like that. ["Ah, but he's talking about selling off the Beatles catalogue because he lost money on his last album. If he does own the rights to the nickname 'Bubbles,' he's probably about ready to sell those off, too." -- Wing Chun] Carol has a favor to ask of the Jackass. Jackass says he can tell she wants him to give Rob Stanley a copy of one of her short stories to read and critique. She says no, she can do that herself. She's a modern-day liberated woman who makes grown-up decisions like getting involved with bad boys who fall just short of Adolf Hitler on the list of bad boys. No, Carol wants Jackass to read one of her stories. She wants to know what he thinks of her amazing chicken scratch. Jackass winces and says he's not the guy for the job because he's discerning on literature. Carol's not clear on that and he clarifies that he hates everything. Everything he reads, he hates. I can totally relate. There's not much out there that keeps me entertained in the world of literature unless it was written by a professional wrestler. My God, I could read the autobiographies of pro wrestlers until the cows came home. Those are some funny, funny bastards. Jackass admits that he hates Rob Stanley's work. Carol perseveres, and Jackass finally agrees to read her crap, but reminds her that he's going to hate it. He can't help himself. Carol squeals and is delusional over the fact that it's going to be her writing that changes Jackass's opinion on bad writing forever. Snort.