[ A few seconds go by where Reno just stares. Absolutely mind-fucking-boggling that he's talking about the latest and greatest in tech from the future as if it's some old, outdated and antiquated crap. What the hell is going on here? When he finally looks away, it's his turn to shoot a glance over at the mug of pissbeer sitting next to him on the table as if to say, I gotta lay off this shit. ]

You wanna trade? Be my guest. Sure as hell won't be taking selfies as good as the one I just did on that thing, though.

[ Frankly, that kind of takes the wind out of his slutty sails just a little bit. He's been confidently sexting to his heart's content on those shitty little phones for years, and in one fell swoop, every last nude has suddenly become kind of inadequate.

This is a travesty. Shaking his head, he holds his hand out. Even if they trade, he's still gotta wipe the data first. Just because they ain't back home anymore doesn't mean Roche is getting free access to Big Turk Secrets (or his collection of incredibly saucy, grainy and indistinct nudes, either). ]

If you had to guess, how long ago has it been since you last saw a phone like that?