YVES: You’ll make time for me, Professor.

YVES: You’ll make time for me, Professor.

FROHIKE: She knows everything.

FROHIKE: She knows everything.

YVES: At least there’s one of you who isn’t completely hopeless.

YVES: At least there’s one of you who isn’t completely hopeless.

FROHIKE: Why do you fight the good fight? LANGLY: Both of you. BYERS: Never give up.

FROHIKE: Why do you fight the good fight?

LANGLY: Both of you.

BYERS: Never give up.

YVES: Super what?

YVES: Super what?

LANGLY: She’s, uh… she’s a fellow hacker. Damn fine one. BYERS: She calls herself Yves Adele Harlow. Uh, it’s not her real name. FROHIKE: Well, we never learned her real name. She disappeared a year ago and nobody’s seen her since.

LANGLY: She’s, uh… she’s a fellow hacker. Damn fine one.

BYERS: She calls herself Yves Adele Harlow. Uh, it’s not her real name.

FROHIKE: Well, we never learned her real name. She disappeared a year ago and nobody’s seen her since.

YVES: Good luck.

YVES: Good luck.

Harlow: ‘Ah, conspiracy theories and masturbation. I suspected there was a connection.’

Harlow: ‘Ah, conspiracy theories and masturbation. I suspected there was a connection.’

What do you want me to do?

What do you want me to do?

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY