He kept snoring.
"GOOGLE I SWEAR TO GOD-"
He finally shot up, the man in frames looked both troubled and professional. He spun off the bed in a frenzy of sheets and pillows, only to get back up, smooth his hair back and fix his glasses like nothing had happened.
"Hi, how can I help?"
"Actually don't talk to me, after how you were yesterday..."
"I am sorry," Google deadpanned. "I really thought you said por-"
Hinge went bright red, shaking his head in rage.
"PROM. I SAID PROM. WE WERE IN SEWING CLASS. I WAS LOOKING FOR SUIT DESIGNS. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"
"EVEN BING WOULDN'T MAKE THAT MISTAKE"
"Now that's just low come on." Google groaned in distaste.
"I can say whatever I like after the COMMENT YOU MADE."
"EVERYBODY DOES IT HINGE-"
"WE WERE IN SEWING CLASS. SEWING! WITH MRS WILSON. AND YOU SAY "SEARCHING PORN PICS. WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO STAR THIS AS A BOOKMARK HINGE? YOU SEEM TO SEARCH THIS FREQUENTLY." I JUST. EUGH- I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU"
"It's not that bad..."
" "YOU SEEM. TO SEARCH. THIS FREQUENTLY." " "...I guess you have a point... but listen, everybody thinks I was glitching thanks to MY stuttering act to save you... SO YOUR WELCOME."
"Ok I forgive y-"
"INTRODUCING NEW SARA CLARKSON FOOT SCRUB-" "DAMN THESE ADS"