I'm not touching this one...
JM: Well Jason, it's been nice talking to you, but I have to run home to check my e-mail. I'm expecting something from another landlord.
Jason: Why don't you check it with my computer?
JM: Um... I'm not really comfortable using your computer.
Jason: Huh? Why not?
JM: Well... There's the empty bottles of hand lotion all over the desk...
Jason: What? I've got dry skin.
JM: And the wastebasket by the chair filled with wadded-up kleenex.
Jason:"Hay fever!
JM: And the forty gigs of pornography in the folder you always leave open.
[[Super deformed, sheepish Jason and JM.]]
Jason: That's... Yeah, OK, you got me there.