Doug, how is your penis? Good to know. He gets Nancy to prod it with a spatula and then tries to dance with her and then tries to dance with Andy and yells about how he's en fuego and it's all quite droll.
Okay, so Nancy takes the marvelous medicine over to visit Hooman, and they make friends, and the scheme is that she's going to put it in call-brand bottles, which can then pour shots that Hooman can sell for twenty bucks, who cares anyway, there's a scheme. It involves cool folks and the kids these days and Hooman wearing an Ed Hardy t-shirt and calling things "fierce" and explaining that "only pussies want to fuck like rabbits," and the people will be fucking like dogs. More unfunny racism, they shake hands, more unfunny racism and using words you don't really understand, the end.
But soft! Chuck Klosterman/Ellis Tate? Not actually either of those. It's instead a fellow with a whole box of files on Nancy, Andy, Silas, Shane, Stevie, the whole thing. Who knows how far back it goes and what else he knows and why he is investigating or what he is investigating, but I'm guessing he's got a video camera too, with Dean and Jill and everybody else on it. Maybe he's one of those unprepossessing total murder guys like on Damages or maybe he's a grad student doing a report on zombie-making wasp queens of America or maybe he's a police. Sure enough we know he's got a shit-eating grin when he picks up the phone and reports -- to whom? -- that he finally, finally found her. Then he goes back to day-trading, disagreeing with Pitchfork, refusing to have a Facebook account, and getting just stoned enough to say shit like "Dude, remember OK Soda?"
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