I Have I(rritable)B(owel)S(yndrome)

So I just walked into (or outo?, outto?, out-to?) the backyard to see Bobby and Ryan, a guy he is working on a music video with, both on their own respective phones. They were kinda pacing around each other, totally silent. I then pull out my phone and pretend like I am talking to someone, my usual reaction when everyone else around me is on the phone. (You see it's funny 'cause I don't usually interact with people.) But then it turned out to be even better than I thought. "We're on a conference call," Bobby tells me. It's official, Bobby is a film industry skeeze.