As Chrome ran off, probably embarassed by Dan's excellent insult skills, Dan turned his attention back to more pressing matters. Specifically, the matters that were pressing in his pants. He turned to Chloe, as she placed her head down and began emulating sleep. Dan could tell it wasn't real sleep, though, as every time he put his hand near her, she shivered disgustedly. Truly, he had discovered the greatest way to see through the ruse. "So, uh, did he just yell 'NITRO-FUCKIN'-GEN'? Do any a you know what the he's been smokin', and wheyah I could get some?"