Finally, for the first time ever, an interview with Buzz. Finally, a chance to see what makes this guy tick (like a time bomb).
Steve: First Buzz, thank you for joining us today.
Buzz: Thank you for having me, Steve. And you're an idiot.
Steve: In that case, my first question is, what's wrong with you?
Buzz: What do you mean, what's wrong with me?
Steve: I mean, what's wrong with you?
Buzz: What's wrong with me? How about what's wrong with you?
Steve: This isn't about me. It's your biography.
Buzz: What do you mean, biography? It's an interview.
Steve: It's a freakin' disaster is what it is.
Buzz: What do you mean?
Steve: I mean, this is going nowhere.
Buzz: How is it going nowhere?
Steve: Mean, mean.
Buzz; What do you mean, mean mean?
Steve: I just thought it would sound funny to hear you ask that.
Buzz: What do you mean funny t-....
Steve: Never mind.
Buzz: You think you're a big shot with this blog thing, don't you?
Steve: Nope. No, wait. I mean, yes. Yes, I do. Hey, here's one. Why don't you start sleeping with women your own age?
Buzz: What kind of question is that?
Steve: Um. The relevant kind?
Buzz: That's none of your business.
Steve: How about the chick you dated in high school, who's now a stripper in London? How does a single, red blooded, heterosexual, Canadian male find out that his high school sweetie is now a stripper and eager to see him and doesn't bother going to check her out when he's in London last week?
Buzz: You're full of questions today, aren't you?
Steve: The odd answer would slow me down.
Buzz: I don't want to do this anymore.
Steve: Me neither. Let's go to Local Heroes. You can barter me lunch.
Buzz: Barter this.
