[He snorts, still chuckling a little as he brings the phone down again.]

Here. Can you like-- tell me if this is weird, but you can't like move my hand or something, right? It's gonna be really hard if I have to keep doing this. Like, if not, whatever, I'll keep being your weird internet shepard.

[He lays the phone out on his left hand, and pokes at the button for his twitter feed with his right. It opens up onto his timeline, which he scrolls through.]

See, each of these is a person. You pick whose stuff you wanna see, and then at any point you can view their thoughts or whatever info they put out. So you can tell everyone in the world about the dope food you just ate, or how much this movie sucked, or like, that I'm explaining Twitter to a ghost I guess?

[Is he gonna have to explain memes soon?? Shit.]