Clear Blue Water by Karen Montague-Reyes for September 29, 2004
Eve: Fluff Boy looks harmless, I'm letting him in. Zealot: You'll be sorry... Fluff Boy: You want Streisand dirt? Well, Fluff Boy knows Streisand!...Oh, hello, Zealot. We meet again. Zealot: Take your fluff elsewhere! This one's mind! Fluff Boy: At least Fluff Boy's not a full-of-himself, pompous - Zealot: Back off, fool! Fluff Boy: Bore! Zealot: Buffoon! Fluff Boy: Know-it-all! Zealot: Eve, you must choose. I will talk guns, war and politics with you until you fully grasp them. Eve: Tempting. So tempting. Fluff Boy: While Fluff Boy provides free, hot celebrity gossip, and he lives to hook you up. Eve: Fluff Boy, come on down!! Zealot: (I hate this country...) Fluff Boy: Bye, Zealot! Don't let the door hit ya on the way out!