Johnny: Okay, we're now down to 26 hours until the broken-record girl is exposed for the great fraud that she is.

Announcer Guy: How's she gonna scam this one, Johnny?

Johnny: Hard to say, Announcer Guy. My bet is she's gonna pull an all-nighter.

Announcer Guy: An all-nighter! No way--you're on crack, man. She hasn't stayed up past 10 since T was laid off and she lay in bed obsessing over the best way to kill the assholes responsible. She doesn't have it in her to pull an all-nighter. She's doomed.

Johnny: (winking at the camera) I wouldn't throw the towel in yet, Announcer Guy. Remember how she got that 40 page commercialization program done for the ISO audit last February.

Announcer Guy: Oh yeah. She did pull that one out of her butt. But come on, she's blocked. Everyone can see it. Christ, she's even admitted it herself. What that girl needs is some serious writer's Correctol.

Johnny: Writer's Correctol? Do they even make that stuff?

Announcer Guy: If they don't, they should. Well, Johnny, am I right that you think she's gonna squeeze something out?

Johnny: Hard to say. She's really fucked up this time. But, yeah. She'll drag something over the finish line. She always does.

Announcer Guy: But when, Johnny, when? There's no time.

Johnny: Have another strip of jerky, Announcer Guy. Sit back and watch the show . . .

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