I heard something about... girls with red hair. Tycho:
Oh, Jesus. Gabe:
I heard that it stings. Down there. Tycho:
What, like a scorpion? Gabe:
No! Like a... Like a habanero. Tycho:
I don't even know what this conversation is about anymore. Gabe:
I heard that you shouldn't, like, touch it, and then
touch your eye.