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"Okay, I'm not getting this!"
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"How could someone get ahold of your credit card number?" Joey asked while we looked at Monica's purchases bill.
"I have no idea, but look how much they spent." She exclaimed.
"Monica, would you calm down?" Rachel came over and set down a bowl of popcorn. "The credit card people you only have to pay for the stuff you bought."
"Still. It's just such reckless spending." She let out a sigh.
"I think when somebody steals your credit card, they've kind of already thrown caution to the wind." Ross replied.
"Wow, what a geek." Chandler walked over to us. "They spent 69.95 on a Wonder Mop." He sat down next to Monica, cringing at the bill.
"That's me." Mon glanced over at him.
"Oh, yuck!" Phoebe grimaced. "Ross, he's doing the thing again." Phoebe pointed to the back of the apartment. The rest of us turned around to see the lamp moving quite a bit.
"Marcel, stop humping the lamp." Ross groaned. "Stop humping." He went over to get Marcel away from it. "Marcel, come back here. Marcel, come here." Marcel ran away into Rachel's room.
"No, no, not in my room. I'll get him." Rachel stood up and ran in there.
"You have got to do something about the humping, Ross." Monica looked at her older brother.
"What? It's just a phase." Ross sat back down.
"Well, that what we said about Joey. Look at him now?" I nudged him.
"Would you all relax? It's not that big a deal." Ross waved the topic off.
"Marcel! Stop it! Bad monkey!" We could hear Rachel yell at the monkey who responded with noises of his own.
"Now what happened?" Ross leaned back in his seat.
"Let's just say my Curious George doll is no longer curious." Rachel glared at him. Later that night, Joey came over to my apartment.
"Suparna? Suparna, are you awake?" He whispered to me from the living room. I quite literally rolled out of bed and put on a robe. I walked out of my room tiredly.
"What is it, Joey?" I asked him, turning on the lights since I was awake now.
"I can't sleep because of what you said." He headed over to the kitchen and put some water into the kettle to make tea.
"Remind me of what I said again?" I groaned and sat at the dining table.
"That I have sex a lot." He glanced back at me with a pout. "Do I really have a lot of sex?"
