Gracevill : Hey Roxy. I’m stalking the —- of my life, i.e., looking at his [social network] page, and guess what’s on his shelf? *The Gracevill Chronicles* Sabi ko na, he’s in love with me. (I’m pathetic/mental. 
Roxy : Haha. There’s a little bit of stalker in all of us. My god. We should go out and find real men… The ones we are all beside ourselves for are all in the province of the imagined. Heck, mine plays in arsenal. It cannot possibly get more imagined than that.
G : Sigh. Sniff. 
R : So… is he still with the girl?
G : Hmmm… he doesn’t have pictures of her… But… he gave her a ’small’ electric shock…
R : What does that mean? It sounds… Pervy. Haha.
G : Hahaha. It’s just one of those crazy application things in [social network]. (no, wait, wait, perhaps it’s not ‘just’… hmph! sniff…)
R : Haha. The trouble with second-guessing… Makes you think of things. I suppose it would be entirely too hopeful to believe that they don’t know each other in the biblical sense… Ha. Bakit ba ako nangingialam?
G : Hay. (Somebody hand me an icepick that I could stick into my neck.) Good evening!
