Sloth actually laughed at the flash drive. He had a low laugh, just as lazy as the rest of him. He took it and dropped it on the coffee table next to his forgotten beer.
"Dude. What can I say. Thanks." He didn't mind that 4chan was leaning against him. It was kinda sweet, actually. "Bet you got some messed up stuff on there. Like... that pony thing. But porn of it." He let the bong smoke wash down his throat, then casually blew a smoke ring.