Jenna sat across from you, a dumb look on her face. I mean, you looked equally as stupid in your outfit. That was the skit, the two of you mocking each other while trying to make a comedic skit for Saturday Night Live. It’s not like the producers weren’t aware of your troubled history together, hell, that’s why this was only a two person skit:

They wanted this to go off track, to devolve into an argument. It’d generate lots of views, and therefore lots of money.

Jenna crosses her legs, the SNL crowd already trying not to laugh. They saw how she looked at you, the venom in your shared hisses.

“And here…is my stupid co-host…” Jenna mutters, her voice about as bored and uninterested as she could manage.