I'm looking for a--ugh, I'm looking for a coffee maker for [...] a friend and shoe-hostage-taker. If you have it, please give it to me, so I can wear my boots again. There is so much sand here and now between my toes, and, oh my god, I'm so uncomfortable.
[Locked to Jason T] Uh, hi. Kara s-said you, uh, were a person I could contact about this--um, about all of this weird... stuff. [A pause that translates as a cursor blinking.] So, consider this... me... contacting you. Yeeep. Cool.