It's too late, guys. Dern's gone over. She's a mod now. She's taken the plunge, signed in blood, drunk the Kool-Aid. Oh, she may have flashes of dufferdom, but she'll never go back. Once you've kicked around the Lounge for a while, tasted the cookies, and fondled the Big Red Button - well, nothing else quite appeals, does it?
Isn't that right, Dern?
*mmmphhh!*
See?
Isn't that right, Dern?
*mmmphhh!*
See?