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VIDEO CHAT (Ian's Perspective)

"However," Mouth whispered, referring to Amanda's drunken bug report. "Yoda can calculate the speed of a fart using complex equations."

"But only if no underwear's involved," Sloth added with a mumble.

Ian--focused on Amanda--held back a smirk. He felt his heart racing inside his chest as breathing became a labored bodily function. "Not a problem."

"Yoda's cute, though." Mouth gently kicked Ian in the calf. "See if she's single." Ian swatted at Mouth below the desk, out of the camera's view.

He looked back towards the computer and smiled. "Before we begin, I'm required to tell you we record these chats, both to ensure quality and for research purposes."

Amanda--looking downward--popped two thumbs up and grinned.

"Does she know where the camera on her computer is?" Sloth asked, shoving a piece of pepperoni pizza in his mouth.

"So you're cool with that?" Ian asked.

Amanda's head snapped back towards the camera. "Yes! That's fine." Adjusting herself into a straighter posture, Amanda stared into the camera. Wearing a classy but low-cut purple blouse, she squeezed her hands together with interlocking fingers. Her eyes sparkled. Cheeks flushed. Lips glossed.

Her profile picture, Ian thought. I wasn't expecting her to be this cute.

Glancing down at a printed copy of Amanda's support ticket next to his keyboard, Ian inquired," It looks like you're having some sort of issue with the mature setting on one of your stories." He looked back up at the monitor just as Amanda projected her chest outward. Ian's remaining words stuck on the tip of his tongue, refusing to jump over his lips--Amanda's boobs now front and center on the screen.

"Oh! Hello--," Sloth whispered, dropping a few ketchup chips on the floor.

"We just went from 2D to 3D," Mouth added, feeding popcorn on his tongue like a zombie.

Ian stuttered. "Is that correct?"

Amanda puckered her lips as though letting out air like a deflating balloon. A moment of awkward silence fell upon the interview. She looked down at her hands as if searching for the right words. "I'm really nervous. I'm sorry. I don't do video chat very often."

"Don't be sorry," Ian encouraged. "I don't typically do the interacting with the community side of support tickets. It's probably my fault. I probably should've done something to make you feel more comfortable. Sorry about that."

"No," Amanda insisted. "I'm sorry. There's a lot going through my head right now. But I'm ready. What did you ask me?"

Ian glanced down at the support ticket on his desk without actually reading it. "An issue with mature settings. Is that correct?"

"Yes. I wrote an innocent story about a snake and a caterpillar. Nothing in it would be offensive to anyone."

"False," Mouth mumbled to Sloth. "In today's world, everything's offensive to someone."

"But for some reason," Amanda continued, "it's marked as mature. It won't let me change it back, either."

Ian nodded at her description of the glitch, despite already knowing what the technical issue was. "I'm going to open another window on my computer to take a quick look about what you're talking about."

Peering at Ian's screen, Sloth whispered, "I think what you'll find is Mouth's shitty code."

"Those are features," Mouth argued through gritted teeth. "A complex and highly advanced series of code!"