PURPLE GUY: Hey guys, let's go through Zach's phone. They're sleeping so we won't get caught.
JEREMY: I-I don't th-think we should..
PURPLE GUY: Too bad. I already have their phone. [Takes out a ZTE Android phone]
MIKE: Ew. That phone sucks.
PHONE GUY: Just like you do, Mike.
PURPLE GUY: [opens Kik]
JEREMY: ...Zach has a nice icon.
MIKE: What the fuck is this shit.
MIKE: "Gays With No Chill"? The fuck??
MIKE: And like 20 contacts??
MIKE: Zach has no people in real life who'd want to text them tbh so??
MIKE: Wtf???
PURPLE GUY: [Opens Skype]
FRITZ: [SPITS OUT DRINK WHEN HE SEES THAT ONE OF THE SKYPE GROUP CHATS IS NAMED "GIVE TYBALT SOME BIG JUICY MEAT"]
MIKE: 50 CONTACTS??? ZACH HAS FRIENDS??
JEREMY: [hits Mike with Human!Chica's purse] Don't be fucking rude.
PURPLE GUY: [Opens normal messaging]
MIKE: Oh.
MIKE: They have like two friends phone numbers'.
MIKE: And their ex-girlfriend's, and their mom's, and their dad's, and their birth dad's.
MIKE: Zach is a fucking loser.
