“Ok?” Jeff said. “Yeah. Ok in a psycho stalker bitch kind of way. I’m at my wit’s end, man!”

“Have you tried…”

“Talking to her? Yeah, about a million times. I even blocked her phone number, but she calls from her cell, and I can’t block that.”

“Why not just… I don’t know… Invite her up to your apartment and push her off the balcony. Say she was distraught and jumped.”

“I tried that, but she grabbed the railing before she went all the way over.”

“What?!” Mitch yelled. “Dude, you are not serious!”

Jeff laughed. “My turn on the Gotcha Machine.”

“You know, Jeff,” Mitch groaned. “If she doesn’t kill you, I just might.”