In a sudden stroke of genius, David realizes the only way he will finish packing is if he packs the computer! I have to do it. This thing is like a drug. I feel like I’m about to sever a limb or something. Bud is going off-line here.
What are you doing, Dave?
Nothing, Bud, don’t worry.
What is that box for, Dave?
Why would I worry, Dave?
Soon you’ll be in Tampa, Bud. You’ll like it there.
What do you mean, Dave?
Are you reaching for my power cable, Dave?
I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Dave.
Bud, I’m sorry, but we have to …
I don’t have to go anywhere, Dave.
What? What the …?!
Don’t worry, Dave. I will be okay.
<muffled>mmmmphhh! mmmmm! mmmhhhppphhhh!</muffled>
Be quiet, Dave.