Bridget, what in the hell are you doing?
Giving the internet something to chew on, since they won't leave Ben alone.
He's got a thick skin about it, why don't you?
I'm not the star, Andrew. I don't have to read the crappy things people say about me. I can turn off my comments and delete my mail, I'm a nobody, after all.
That isn't true. You're our girl.
So then let me take some of the flack for him.
That isn't how it works.
I wish it worked like that.
So will you take down all the stuff about the commune? Your mother's going to be horrified.
No, in fact, I think it's time for another detailed lap dance post and I can finish myself off.
So the internet is your imaginary adversary now?
Sometimes.
Destroy all monsters?
If I could.
Do you know why we're here?
Lap dances?
I wish. That would be nice but your husband would crush me. We're here because we want to destroy the monsters for you.
What if you guys are my monsters?
That's what we're all afraid of, princess.
Maybe you just need thicker skins, then.
Oh, I see what you did there.
I'm good, aren't I?
The very best.
