This conversation is brought to you by Gmail chat and the letter "H." Context: Forky has been waiting to find out if he's going to appear in a segment on a very popular national morning show broadcast out of NYC about art students and the models who pose for them. He's the model. The nude model. Enjoy:

Forky: CACH! HOLY CRAP!!

Cach: Jees?

Forky: They WERE ready for this jelly!

Cach: SHUT UP!

Forky: .......

Cach: So you and your jelly are headed for prime time?

Forky: Well, prime...morning...time....?

Cach: And are you ready to hit on Couric?

Forky: I hate that bitch.

Cach: Forky...

Forky: WHAT?

Cach: Now, now... Beeki wants to know if you ever fart while posing.

Forky: HA! Umm. Well, we ALL fart, Beeki.

Cach: I'm sure she'll find that amusing.

Forky: Just because you're naked doesn't mean you fart MORE.

Cach: She also wants to know if there will be a blooper reel from the segment. I don't really know what that means.

Forky: Oh, I do.

Cach: I'm picturing like you hitting the camera with your junk during a close-up.

Forky: Oh. I was thinking of something much simpler than that.

Cach: Like farting?

Forky: ....... More male.

Cach: Like burping and farting while scratching yourself? Ha ha.

Forky: Like, doing my interview and suddenly I get nervous or something. BLOOPER!

Cach: Is that what they're calling it these days?

Forky: A Blooper?

Cach: Yeah.

Forky: I don't even know what they're going to do. I find out
tomorrow

Cach: So, what? They're going to show up at one of your sessions and film?

Forky: I have no clue.

Cach: Or you go in studio and get nekked in one of those rooms on the ground floor with all the windows?

Forky: They may not even interview me. It's about the New York Academy of Art (Yes..."Nyaa") But they needed models to show how the students do their art from life. "Do their art". Yeah, it's THAT kind of school. Where kids "do art"

Cach: Will they also show them smoking dope in their dorm rooms and pretending to have intellectual discussions?

Forky: Dude...if I have to be nude in front of Matt "Baldy" and a whole camera crew--blue dot or no--that'd be really strange.

Cach: Yeah... blooper!

Forky: Well, I mean... I was thinking about that during my gig tonight. I don't even think about it anymore. But I'd sure as hell think about it if I knew the entire country was on the other end. Of the camera.

Cach: Eating their breakfast while checking out your sweet sweet ass?

Forky: DUDE! This is getting weirder the more I think about it! I'm sure they'll have us in speedos or something. And ask us stupid questions like "Does it get cold up there?"

Cach: I'm picturing some guy who used to work with you at 6 Flags watching and going, "Hey, ma! Come check this out! I think the naked guy used to be Tweety!"

Forky: Marvin, but yes. Things are gonna start happening to ME NOW!

Cach: Things like bloopers?

Forky: If they haven't happened by now, they ain't never gonna happen.

Cach: Yeah, you're getting old.

Forky: ....... :^( Well, once I find out what it is they're going to have us nudies do, I guess I have to break the news to my family.

Cach: It really will give Mama Forky the vapors. And then she'll die.

Forky: Not in this economy. If she can shut down hospitals, she can deal with her nude son on national television.

Cach: I guess that does put things in perspective, huh?

Forky: Kinda does.

Cach: After having people call her the devil in all kinds of public forums, she can handle you shaming the Forky family name with your shameless sluttery.

Forky: Oh, I assure you, it's NOT shameless. Wait, who'm I kidding?

Cach: Well, see? I think that actually does make it better! Knowing there's shame involved, that is.

Forky: Right right.