Dumbfounded, Ron stares at his monitor. Heath and Shaggy are agitated. "This sucks, Ron!" shouts Shaggy, evacuating his mild-mannered persona in favor of a mildly apoplectic one. "You don't know what you're doing, do you?" Ron begs them to ride out the trough. "It's happening! It's going up!" Ron celebrates. Heath freaks when it hits twenty-two dollars and demands that Ron sell everything. Wee Warren Buffett balks, deciding he'd rather wait and see how high the shares might climb. "Don't get greedy, Ron!" Heath shrieks, shoving his roommate away from the computer. "Sell, you bitch, sell!" He clicks frantically until the transaction is complete: Their profit is $27. Ecstatic, Shaggy says, "Divided by three, that's eight bucks to wrap around my wad, baby!" What I find most hilarious about this scene is that no one corrects his math, or even acknowledges its inaccuracy. I'm convinced that's intentional, and it's subtly brilliant. Heath tackles Ron to prevent him from fondling the mouse and clicking away another fortune. Shaggy laughs, but chokes that off when he notices the stock rising...and rising...and rising. Note to the young people: the stock market is seriously fucked. The More You Know.

Steve stares at his computer in complete fatigue. Behind him, Lizzie proudly pats his shoulder as he brags, "I did it all by myself!" And his machine promptly crashes with one of those made-for-TV error messages with a giant bomb and a frowning emoticon. Wish my laptop would be that polite about it. Lizzie's back pat becomes a pity pat. Crushed, Steve drops his head to the table and bangs it into oblivion.

Over the credits, we see that Shaggy is unable to sleep because Ron is berating the dish-guts stock again. It's down to less than three bucks a share. When he realizes his pal is awake, Ron lies that he's just downloading a ton of internet porn, and Shaggy contentedly goes back to sleep. "Up, up, up!" Ron keeps grunting. Shaggy lifts his head. "You want my password?"