Spambot! This one's a little too complicated to explain in the comic, but I think you get a sense of it through the dialogue.
Also: Bechdel Test passed, bitches.
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(Friday. INT: The apartment, EB and MH are playing Spambot)
EB: Rudolph, make big dollarsign-dollarsign-dollarsign from home.
MH: No good, the Filter's blocking "from home" right now.
EB: Oh yeah. Dammit.
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EB: Well, I guess I'll just go with "Have you seen this?" with the trojan attachment.
(rolls dice)
EB: Aaaand... one new Node. Your turn.
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MH: I still don't think we're playing this right. There's no way my Nigerian prince scam would only make thirteen dollars.
EB: Well, it's not DOLLARS dollars. It's a gaming thingie. Abstraction.
MH: Still seems off to me.
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EB: Perhaps we should have read the rules before deciding to make this a drinking game.
MH: Ha! Russian co-eds want to herbally enlarge your mortgage! That's three shots!