The guys need to talk anyway.

"Shit!" Andrew shouted, kicking Mehdi's trashcan. No matter how hard they pressed him for details, he would just say nonsense like "it's in the dirt," or "don't forget the dirt." Finally they deactivated him, which seemed to relieve him more than them. Now the golem was crumpled on the floor next to Andrew's feet.

"We're not out of options," Ross offered. "We could use Madison..."

"Oh, fuck you," Andrew said bitterly. "You just want your sex toy back. What were you thinking, rushing in here like that?"

Ross put his hands up defensively. "I'm sorry! But dude, he was fucking her eye socket!"

"It's eye socket," Andrew corrected. "So you got so upset that you nearly ruined my life? Over your fleshlight? Fucking pathetic. And now you want to play Nancy Drew with it."

"Look, Erica's script in Mehdi was trying to warn us about something. We can't exactly ask her, can we? What other options do we have?"

Andrew's turned and stormed back into Erica's office. The tech was long gone and Madison was sitting at the desk and reading about her classes. She smiled when they walked in. "Hello! Are you-"

Andrew had already crossed the distance and unbound her. He caught the script as it fluttered out of her mouth and replaced it with the Erica script they had modified to be obedient to them.

She stood shakily and looked around the room. After collecting her thoughts for a moment, her face Brooke out in a wide smile.

"Hey, guys!" she said cheerfully. "Can I help you?"

"You can," Andrew said coolly. "In another body, your script told us not to trust Professor Levinson. Any idea why?"

"Of course," she said as though it should be obvious. "It's in the dirt."

"So we've been told," Andrew said drily. "Can you expand on that?"

Madison shook her head with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I really can't."

"Did you think she would just tell us?" Ross scoffed. "Why would the same script-"

"Do you know of any way we can **** her to tell us?" Andrew asked. Madison nodded.

"You can probably use a modifier script. There's ones they use for diagnostics that-"

She paused, looking comically surprised, and opened her mouth. Andrew caught her script and replaced it.

"What are you doing now?" Ross asked.

"Bringing your sex toy back," Andrew grumbled. "I didn't want to do this, but we need to get into the script lab again and she can get us in."

He rebound the golem and it rose with an eager grin.

"Hey guys! Did it work?" she asked eagerly.

"Shut the fuck up," Andrew commanded. She looked surprised but did as he said. "We need to get a modifier script to get the professor talking. You're coming with us."

She nodded and looked to Ross pleadingly. "You can talk," he told her.

"Thanks," she said and kissed him sweetly on the cheek. "Why is he so pissed off?"

"Your owner can explain on the way," Andrew said. "Now let's go."