"The janitor's closet? Seriously??" She said.

"SHHH! You Don't Understand!" Rich was breathing heavily and tried to calm down before continuing.

"ok... Ok... I'm good. I know you weren't here when I was a freshman, but just... just imagine... A LOSER! Gross, Lonely, and Clumsy. I fell down whenever I walked in the hallway. His sexting failed Every. Single. Time."

"EWW TMI, Dude"

"ANYWAY! I Was A Loser... But that all changed... when I got... a SQUIP."

"Uh... I... I'm sorry, what?"

" A SQUIP."

"...you sure you ain't high?" Laura inquired.

" I'm not, trust me."

"...kay... so what exactly is... is a SQUIP?"

"It's a pill-sized supercomputer that'll travel through your bloodstream until it implants in your brain and tells you what to do" Rich sang that last part.

"...Why... why did you sing that?"

"I don't know."

"So.... are you serious? Like is this real?" He nodded. "That..... Is............... AWESOME!! Hook me up, man like cmon!"

"Whoa whoa whoa you think I'm giving you one for free? Hell. No. I got a hookup. This guy who works at the Payless shoes in the Menlo Park Mall. It's 600."

"Do...Do...DOLLARS?"

"It's worth it! Bring the money on Monday, you will see."

Laura sighed. "Alright, fine. Whatever gets us out of here before the janitor comes back. I will 'TRY' to get the money. Now let's leave, okay?"

Rich and Laura exited the closet and left the school. When she arrived home, Laura lay on her bed.

"How... The Hell... Am I Gonna Get 200 More Dollars... By MONDAY?!" She was willing to use the money she raised for Broadway for this... SQUIP thing, so she MUST BE CRAZY. But How would she get the rest? Suddenly, an epiphany struck...