"Oh." Derek's face fell in crestfallen disppointment. Seriously... he had missed the adoring paparazzi so much that it was starting to make his heart ache. At least, he thought it was his heart. Maybe it was his spleen.
"I know, right? I mean... first it's all like, cold, and then it's all like.... weird. Hey, Ripley, I'd really love to continue talking about this conversation, but I gotta piss... I wish that I could find a Japanese toilet. Japanese toilets do everything for you. They wipe you off really nice, and clean you up, and they do a better job than I ever could!"