(upbeat music)
- Hey there, smiley face.
- Oh my God.
Fred, yes.
Look, Fred, she's beautiful.
She's perfect.
What's up?
- I saw you running in
Echo Park the other day
I thought you were really cute.
- I think you're a, you're a catch.
- Oh stop it.
I'm not the cutest fish in the pond.
Hey, I've got to go buy
some toenail polish.
Meow, bye.
- Ah, man.
She's too perfect to be true.
- So, word on the street is
you're talking to a girl.
- Yeah, man.
I'm really excited about this one.
- Well, you better be careful.
You want to make sure
she's not a man this time.
(eerie music)
- Hi.
- No, no, no, no.
She's real this time, she's
not going to be no man.
I feel confident about this.
You know what I'm probably
going to see her on my run.
- Alright, go kill 'em stud.
- You know what Fred, I was thinking,
what if she's not even attractive?
No, you're right, she still is a girl.
(phone beeps)
- [Woman] Hi there, I was thinking about you.
What are you up to?
- Just here listening
to Bob Marley, you know,
smoking some weed, LOL.
- Oh my God, I love Bob Marley.
And marijuana!
I've been listening to Bob for years now.
- What?
Me too.
- We should get high together.
Today.
- This is real.
This is happening.
Oh my God, yeah.
Let's meet at Echo Park in an hour.
- Sounds good sexy dude.
Meow.
- What?
Oh my God, literally this is happening,
a catfish?
Wait, do you even like Bob Marley?
(reggae music)
Could you be
No, no, no!
You're a bottom feeder, you know that?
Well, you know, if I get high enough,
I'll probably forget about the scales.
(upbeat music)
- Well, this wouldn't happen if you would
stop stealing my shit.
When it's laced with acid, you bitch.
- This guy.
- [Announcer] Nightpantz.