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(Thursday. INT: JH's room, EB is still working on the laptops)

EB: Drivers? You whore. You don't need drivers.
JH: How's it going?
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EB: Let me tell you something. I've been repairing computers since I was twelve. And, although computer science is supposed to be a really logical, hard science kind of thing... I swear to you, I've come to believe in the existence of gremlins.
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EB: I've seen hundreds - literally hundreds - of cases where someone who's "not good with computers" does something, it causes an error, and I do the same thing and... it doesn't. Or they bring in a box and as soon as I plug it in, the glitch mysteriously vanishes.
JH: So you're telling me that my laptop is infested with gremlins?
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EB: Oh, gremlins don't infest boxes. They infest people.
JH: Gee, thanks.
EB: On an unrelated note, if you ever come within three feet of my home box, I'm gonna castrate you.