rygar: Dude.

jointstereotype: Yeah?

rygar: That chick is checking you out.

jointstereotype: Which one?

rygar: The blonde with the paperback novel.

jointstereotype: Looks to me like she's reading. You know, that thing you do with books that have words in them.

rygar: Bullshit. No one comes to a cafe to read. She's scoping you out. I can see her sneaking glimpses at you every time she turns a page.

jointstereotype: You know, you'd think your warped imagination would exert itself for your own benefit, and not for mine.

rygar: Minnie doesn't allow that.

jointstereotype: And yet she's fine with your collection of zombie porn.

rygar: Hey, that's merely a fantasy. It ends when I log out of my computer.

rygar: Speaking of porn, you look like you're downloading a few naughty pics yourself.

jointstereotype: I'm reading a tech article, if you must know.

rygar: Do you always hunch over your laptop like that?

jointstereotype: I like to have a tight field of view, if that's what you mean.

rygar: Yep. You're looking at breasts. I can see the reflection in your glasses.

jointstereotype: I am not looking at breasts. This is a public place—I have manners, for God's sake.

rygar: This one time, at the Net cafe down the street from where I live, I logged onto one of the computers and all this porn popped up on the screen. Seems the guy before me had left all his browser windows open—as well as his media player, which was halfway through an S&M video.

jointstereotype: That's nasty. I wonder if they wipe down the keyboards / mouse pads at places like that.

rygar: Now you know why I stopped going.

rygar: So...you're looking at breasts, huh?

jointstereotype: I am not.

rygar: What a waste. Reading techno-babble when you could be looking at busty Internet babes or throwing your mac at that blonde fangirl sitting next to you.

jointstereotype: I doubt she's a fangirl.

rygar: How come?

jointstereotype: The book she's reading is called Sci-Fool: How Star Trek Has Taken the Allure Out of Sexual Conquest.

rygar: Ouch.

jointstereotype: I wonder where the hell you buy a book like that...