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| Prosthetic Head, Episode Two: The Bishop Meets the Whore |
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| Hey Donna. |
| Hey. Who's your friend? |
| Oh, this is Bishop Moon. Bish, this is Donna. She's a prostitute. |
| Sa-weet! I got $40 if you got 15 minutes, baby! |
| You know it, stud. Let's go. |
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| Hold on, dude! Stop! |
| Fuck you man, you can have her when I'm done! |
| Wait!! There's something you should know about her! |
| What is she, a transvestite or something? |
| Worse. She's got every disease in the book. Twice. |
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| Is that true, Donna? |
| Well... um... *ahem* Yeah. |
| No prob. I'll use a rubber- BEDROOM, HERE I COME!! |
| You don't understand dude, these things will tear that latex to shreds!! They're like VD's on steroids! |
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| No- you still don't get it. Guys in East L.A. haven't tapped this in two years. |
| Alright!! She's like a virgin!! I'm ready NOW! |
| Let's head back to my place. |
| No. Bish, we're outta here. C'mon. Now. |
| Fine. (We'll continue when "saftey fag" isn't here.) |
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| GODDAMMIT!! I was THIS close!!! Fucking kids... |
| End. Man, that sucked. |
| Big deal. I'll double-wrap it. |