[Emily shows James the hole in her arm]
James:
What's that? What are you doing?
Emily:
Oh, well, I felt that lump move in my arm today. So...
[Emily holds up the hole she dug in her arm to James on the webcam]
James:
Emily, what the fuck is that? Don't do that!
Emily:
Thought it might be a spider bite. You know, how you hear about - or like?
James:
That's an urban legend. That's not real.
Emily:
It's right under there. Look, look, I'll show you.
James:
Stop! Stop that! Don't do that, okay? That's not good for you. This is like your leg, like seven years ago. You still have the scar from that.
[Emily gets up from the webcam and goes to the kitchen]
James:
Emily, what the fuck are you doing?
[Emily returns with a sharp steak fork]
Emily:
Well, I think if I just...
James:
No, no, no, no, no. Put that away. Seriously, Emily, look at me. Emily! Emily, look at me, okay? You need to put that away, all right? Digging around in your arm is not gonna do any more good. All right? You just need to put some alcohol on that or iodine or something like that and - And - And put a bandage on it, all right? 'Cause otherwise it's just gonna get infected, okay? You know, I'll be there in a week and I'll look at it, but, but for right now just leave it alone. You're acting really crazy, all right?
Emily:
Okay, okay.
James:
Okay. I mean... Can you go to the bathroom and clean that off?
Emily:
Yeah, yeah. I'll be right back.
[James covers his face with his hand and shakes his head, recording ends]
