Chet: Hey, hey! Found him! Just bird-dogging some tail.
Dirk: What you got for me, Trent?
Chidi: Well, peep this, dog. You really want to torture this dirtbag? You give him books. I'm serious. This one time I was assigned this... a chick that I had to torture, and I just couldn't figure it out. And then I realized she hated books, so I just gave her mad books to read, round the clock.
Chet: Books like exploded?
Chidi: No, no, no. They were just you know regular moral philosophy books. You know everyone hates moral philosophers.
Chet: That is true. And I know it's wild, but, you know, sometimes you gotta think outside the bun.
Dirk: Ah! Sick Taco Bell ref.
Chet: Very nice.
Dirk: But I don't know, man. Sounds kind of lame. This guy's the best, really?
Chidi: Yeah, maybe I don't know what I'm talking... ball tap! [all cheering] Oh! That's what you get for questioning Trent, the torture master!
Jason: He got you so bad!
Dirk: Yeah, he did. He did. Nice job, bro. All right, you've convinced me. I'll give him books.