“I got something you have to see.” Neel was rarely that emphatic. Or articulate. His specs weren’t broadcasting my breasts. One was broadcasting static, the other a test pattern. Then they were counting down the way old films did and suddenly a gangster (my specs tagged him as Edward G. Robinson playing Rico Bandello) was getting shot and falling, and then they were just frog’s eyes (Bufus bufus, Wikipedia Commons), with a little PShopped sparkle. Neel was obviously having a hard time keeping his mind on things.
“I slapped you the last time you tried to show me that.”
He had regained his cool. The shades were playing Pong. His right eye was winning.
“Jebus, not that! Is sex the only thing you girls think about?”