Ethan: Are you still on there? You can’t stay on the computer like this. It’s unhealthy. Go do something constructive.
Simon: It was a dark October night. The house was closing in upon me. I could hear from my cage as the murder was happening. I closed in on my suspect, using only my keen, canine senses.
My time had come. On this October night. Blood soaked everything. I could practically hear the sizzle as the flesh cooked from his latest victim. Would I be saved?
Ethan: Simon? Simon? What are you doing? Are you ok?
Simon: Hey dad. Can I help make hamburgers? I’m hungry.
Ethan: I don’t think I should let you watch Hannibal anymore…
Simon: Bad news dad,your polls don’t look so good. We haven’t went to see mom in forever.
Ethan: Ok. We will tonight. Let’s take a picture.
Simon: You mean, like, for Dogue. I thought you had forgot.
Simon : I feel a cover shoot coming on. Fall Issue. Say it with me dad.