[furiously banging and pounding from behind] YOU BOYS BETTER NOT BE ON THAT COMPUTER! I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS! YOU LOCK YOUR MOTHER IN THE PANTRY?! I'LL LOCK YOU IN YOUR ROOMS FOREVER!!!
You are all dumb-ass... fuckwads. [as Sheila furiously twitches while entering his room after breaking out of the pantry] Lick my asshole, you Mexican... bitch.
[incredibly enraged] IKE!!! [Ike screams] YOU DARE LOCK ME IN THE PANTRY SO YOU CAN PLAY ON YOUR COMPUTER?! [runs for his computer, picks up the monitor, and smashes it to the floor]
Troll Trace. [points to a laptop on the table] It's up and running. It can tell you anybody's Internet . I couldn't resist. I looked up my husband. The Web sites he's visited are just... disgusting!
It's not our kids we have to worry about. My husband was on three married-but-dating websites! He looked at porn 4,000 times in one month! Aren't you curious what your husband does? Huh? Sure he doesn't have any girlfriends?
And so, life goes on. The end of civilization didn't happen. A massive electric pulse completely erased the Internet. We've been given a second chance. A mulligan. Anything we might be ashamed of, gone forever. Maybe now boys and girls can learn to respect each other again, and realize how careful our online lives have to be. Because we've all seen what happens when the Twitters, Facebooks, and trolls decide our reality. Now that we've been given this second chance, it's up to all of us to see what we do with it.