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You can't believe you've only been doing this for an hour so far. Being "on" all the time is exhausting. Also, you really need to pee.

You poke your head around to the back of the booth, and you see that Ryan is in the middle of a game of Starcraft II, staring intensely at the screen while his hands play over the mouse and keyboard.

"Hey, I need you to watch the booth for a couple of minutes while I go to the restroom."

He ignores you, absorbed in the game.

You raise your voice, "Seriously, I need you to get off your ass and watch the booth for two fucking minutes."

"Show me those sweet titties you've got," he says, not looking up.

"You've got to be kidding," you reply, shaking your head.

"You want my attention? Pop those babies out."