[The audio clicks on and you can hear Reno’s slightly sarcastic voice]
Ladies, look at your man. Now look at Cross. [A
photo of Cross pops on screen] Now look back at your man. Sadly, he’s not Cross. But he could be.
[Another
photo]
Y’see, Cross Marian here recently had a little...trouble with his lovely partner and is looking a little frustrated. As his friend, it’s my duty to let the ladies of Death City know he’s bored an’ lookin’.
[A
third photo]
Cross likes women of all kinds, provided you’re hot, legal, and can handle scientific babblin’. That’s right, he’s a scientist, so if you never finished high school, save yourself the trouble an’ don’t bother. If he takes you to dinner--and he’s classy enough t’do that unlike a lotta guys--be prepared for fine wine and spicy food.
[One last
picture]
Prudes need not apply, since if there’s one thing Cross ain’t, it’s prudish. Hot intelligent chicks who can stand bobcats and booze only. Guys can go find some other ginger to hit on.
[Before the last image fades and the feed cuts, you can hear Reno laughing and gasping out "I ain’t sorry, man".]