"Will you promise to never leave us?" He does. "Okay, then. I release you." From what? "From...Whatever it is you say I..." No, he nearly smiles. "No. Repeat. 'I release you from all hopes that we will ever be together.'" She does. "And I admit... I've been leading you on, sexually and emotionally, in order to keep you close." She does, quickly and without really caring one way or the other, because saying it out loud doesn't change anything, which is the secret he still doesn't get and for Nancy was never a secret. "Happy?"
"I'm not sure. I think you might be full of shit." She admits it's a distinct possibility; he can hear her smiling over the phone, and he gives. She won't ever close the door, because that means one less exit. She'll never drop the bone. "You're an evil succubus," he says lovingly, and in his tone makes sure she knows it's okay: "I'll see you soon." Then he kicks Rebekah out: "Wrong number. You have to go now, Crazy Clock."
Over on campus, things have gotten political. No, they aren't doing an obscene literary magazine like usual: They are Taking Back Streaking. You see, the "naked run" is "an empty ritual" that must be deconstructed and revisited actively as an undetermined Foucaultian state thereby disrupting the binary opposition between politics and the body which is after all the opposition from which all law and by extension all government derives its power: "If we make it about something, we can preserve the ritual, but also save the world!" (!) Even more awesome, though, is the chalkboard Fanboy's writing on:
CONSENSUAL IS SENSUAL
MY BODY IS MY WONDERLAND
DATE RAPE IS HATE RAPE
YOU MAKE SEAGULLS SAD
And two others I can't read, something about "Texas Tea." Fanboy's all about using their bodies as protest signs, he explains to the school paper reporter, who of course asks what it is that they are protesting, exactly. Oh, you know, what's big and scary and timely that can be the bowl that holds the soup of what they're actually protesting?
...Offshore drilling, of course. Also the perennial, the universal, the constant and unending date rape. Both. College kids are like this, but sometimes they're also like this, you know? It's kind of cute. Especially when it's Adam of Arcadia, who is growing into quite a young man: "Don't drill oil. Or your date." They love it! They love it because it is dirty and because the bowl that holds the soup is not as important as the naughty soup of protesting authority in all its forms, they love it because it has a pun.