The Book of Sorkin

Chris and Dustin fly down the narrow hallways of the crowded dormitory occasionally bumping into one another, thinning themselves out to pass by others, and turning in unison to look at each other pensively. They are thinking: this is important, this needs to get done, this will never work.

They finally reach the door and fling it open to find Mark morosely looking up. He was expecting them.

Dustin: (Opens mouth does not speak.)
Chris: (Opens mouth does not speak.)
Mark: (Opens mouth with a flash of anger to speak.)
Dustin: # <td><a href="">www.the
Mark: </a></td>
Chris: # <td><a href="http://www.thefaceb
Mark: </a></td>!!
[Chris and Dustin look chastened and ready to move on.]
Dustin: # <td><a href=
Mark: # <td><a target='_blank, # <td><span id="hdr-profile">by&nbsp,
Dustin: # <><td><a href=""></a></td>
Chris: # <>
Mark: (Calmed. Looks up receptively.)
Dustin: # <td><a href=""></a></td>

Mark: Sigh