BIRD: Wot are we gonna do?
BUFFALO: You mean about Scrunched, like?
BIRD: Scrunched? Oh, yeah. The next big blockbuster. Howzit going, the adaptation, like?
BUFFALO: Slowly, Birdy. So many rejects, so little time.
BIRD: Feels like the music just died.
BUFFALO: It didn't die, dude, it just got quieter.
BIRD: Deep, dude, deep.
BUFFALO: Deeper than the ocean. By da whey...
BIRD: Yes, dude?
BUFFALO: Where da fukk...ith have you been all this time? The public want to blow!
BIRD: Oh, nowhere, really. Just dealing wid issues.
BUFFALO: OK. Wot? And keep it clean.
BIRD: This, dude. Da surfway. I mean... you spend years "meeting" hundreds, thousands of people online but end up meeting no-one. We've got how many virtual friends? But they never ring. Fachenbach, they don't even know where we live.
BUFFALO: Dude, that's a good thing. There are some VERY WEIRD Fachenbachs out dere, believe me.
BIRD: Then wot's da point? Of all this?
BUFFALO: Dude, if you're looking for a point, stoke up the hot poker and sitonit!
BIRD: Dat's overbelated and you know it. Hundreds of thousands of turds, I mean words splodged into cyberspace for VERY WEIRD Fachenbachs. And in the blink of a cosmic interplanetary eye, we are nothing.
BUFFALO: OmyFachenbachonatwistedstickinMay! Do you have to be so depressing in our first communique for many morons? The fans have been waiting with bated breath for this one.
BIRD: Honesty, dude. Everyone appreciates that. Even people who don't give a rat's arse.
BUFFALO: Dude, here's a little something to cheer ya up. http://vimeo.com/5315696
BIRD: Wow. Dat's good.
BUFFALO: Dude, we gotta get in toonbots. All we gotta do is gin up some good short animation scripts we can animate. SNAP! Animations of the Bird & Buff, or Holmes and Watters or summat outta Scrunched. We could become regular characters in our cartoons. Give it some thought, you lazy winker.
BIRD: Sure will. Maybe animation is da future, like. Or maybe... Just maybe... it is time to reveal our TRUE IDENTITIES...
BUFFALO: Wot, and scare da hoor-Cs?
BIRD: Film at eleven.
BUFFALO: Arf, arf!