Luke and Friedman are in the science classroom. Luke's yammering about some transfer of energy, throwing a metal ball at a picture of Einstein (the one with his tongue sticking out). The ball then drops down into a bowl, lights up a sign that read E=MC squared (pretend that's a superscript "2" there; I don't think I can render that in the TWoP database ["it's doable, but I can't be shagged today, sorry" -- Sars]), and drops into a tube, rolling back to Luke. Friedman's absorbed in Shakespeare. Luke: "Are you listening?" Friedman: "No." Luke: "Dude. Extra credit. Focus." Friedman says he's spent the last three weeks memorizing Hamlet for Judith: "I have half an act left, and she still thinks I'm a joke." Well, in her defense…you can sort of see that. Luke: "Friedman…friend to friend…it is an exceptionally absurd way to pursue a woman." Speak for yourself, pencil neck. I'd be impressed. Friedman: "Poetry? Since when?" Luke: "Well, then, I guess it's the incongruous coupling of poetry and…you." He takes the book out of Friedman's hands. Friedman: "Sure. I know what I look like. But 'love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. And therefore is winged cupid painted blind.'" Man. He's had time for A Midsummer Night's Dream, too? There must be some internet porn sites teetering on the brink of bankruptcy. Friedman says, "I really like her, dude. Someday you'll know what I mean. It's not about the dream of getting naked with her. Not exclusively. I just can't forget that kiss, you know? And every now and then, I get this look from her…that's potential." He lets the metal ball fly at Einstein. "Couldn't stop now if I wanted to." Oy. Friedman's in love. And he's acting all human and shit. Frink's a little disappointed. He really enjoyed 2D-Friedman. But I like this, and it will be nice to see what Aaron Himelstein does with deeper material.