| Terrycloth | |
| So, how *do* you plan to survive the demise of Napster? |
| Arthur | |
 | We, uh, don't. |
| Arthur | |
| We plan to die out, slowly but surely, without free music to feed our lifelines. |
| Arthur | |
| Or at least I am. So who's with me? |
| Crickets | |
 | *chirp*...*chirp* |
| Arthur | |
| Oh, fine. I'm on a big hunger strike and everything. I guess I'll have to suffer alone, then. |
| Arthur | |
| ... |
| Arthur | |
| Dangit. I'm going to get a sandwich. Does anybody know where all the mayonnaise went? |
| Chang | |
 | *urp* |