[car horn toots]
[muffled upbeat pop rock music]
- Oh.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[chuckles]
[dramatic music]
[elevator chimes]
- Good morning.
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
Sir Mr. DeVille, Leader of Men.
[keys clacking] Oh, my God.
I figured out the mystery
with John and the comb.
I can't wait to tell you.
And...send.
[sighs]
[computer beeps]
- What?
[bass drops]
Fuck me! I emailed Christian!
- [exhales]
[knocks]
- Come in. [voice echoes]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
I received an email.
I have to say, I was a bit, um, surprised.
Most people would never dare to send me such an email.
So...
I guess I just have one question.
What is up with John and the comb?
- Oh!
Um.
Well, yes. So...
Earlier this week,
I saw John drop a comb out of his pocket.
- Okay, first of all--
What? [laughs]
Why would a bald man have a comb?
- That's what I was wondering!
Then when I tried to give it back,
he denied the comb was his.
- Oh, okay, now this is just getting weird.
- So I come in this morning... - Oh, this is today?
I'm sorry. I'm interrupting.
You go.
- And I'm in the parking garage,
and I see him sitting in his car
combing his bald head.
- I am freaking out right now!
I could flip. - I'm not done.
This is where it gets really weird.
He started combing an invisible
pony tail!
- High and tight, or side?
- Hard to say.
But I could tell he was imagining bangs!
- [laughing]
Now that is haunting! - [laughs]
- By the way, have you ever noticed
how in meetings he always says,
"Oh, I was just thinking that."
- You know, I was just thinking that.
- I was just thinking that. - I was thinking that.
- No, really, I was. I was thinking that.
[both laughing]