"Do allow me to assure you, Charles, no need for your customary on-camera antics. Perhaps you'd care to discuss prison reform?"
"Reform this, Fairyboy!"
"Please. Our readers..."
"Hey, what the fuck am I doing here with you, anyway?"

"Very good. We come to a key question. This is a simple contrivance, an entirely fictional meeting of minds, if you will, the purpose for which a computer website of right-wing political bent shall host, among countless other items of illuminating fascination for that website's readership, this! Our very conversation!"
"Uh... wow! Trip-pin'!"

"It's of some quandary to the mind, is it not, this clever concept? The very cleverness of it is enough to cause me excitement and, resultantly, to entirely vomit!"

"Wingnut blogs. Yeah, I know all about that shit."

"Do you, Sir? And this despite your present and very probably permanent incarceration? Kudos! Appareo Decet Nihil Munditia? Ex cathedra!"
"Hey, what'd ya think, Man? Everyone in the Joint is an idiot, man?? An asshole?? I'm GOD, man! Dig???"

"Are you, then? Christ, hmm?"

"Yeah!! Uh...well, so... God!! I'm your worst nightmare, Hombre! I'm bad, man!! I'm everywhere, hombre! I'm... I'm.... coming to get ya!!"

"Now, now, Charles. Do calm down."

"Oh, very well. Honestly, I feel the fool. Par-don! Merci!"

"De ri-en, il est de peu consequence, une questi-ohn tres petite, je peut vous asurer! You're among friends, here, after all... having long since done your part as use to our lower-browed media, and so on, to vilify the so called hippie social trend to our middle classes, all those opposed to such simplistic depictions being, ipso facto, and so on, condoners of mass murder by inference. Before you came along, militant, roving mass murderers who made an impression on general history weren't unbathed flower people taking too many drugs-- they were more like, you know... rich people, or at least financed by same. Something had to be done. I say well done! My hat is off to you, sir."

"You holding?"