Huck and Jo were still on the roof, sitting next to each other, hanging off the edge of the building. They both scribbled on Jo's notepad that was spread out on their knees. Huck was frowning and seemed frustrated with their work. “We need better questions, man, this is bullshit.” » He said, looking at the clipboard with wide eyes. “We look like psychopaths! No one is going to fill out this questionnaire. » “What are you talking about?” I think we're making real progress here. Jo said quickly and with nervous facial expressions. Huck raised the clipboard to avoid the glare of the sun and began to read it. He too spoke quickly and spoke with a trembling voice. “Question five,” he began, glancing skeptically at Jo and then back at the clipboard. “Do you agree that if more men underwent breast implant surgery, breast cancer statistics would decrease significantly? » Huck looked at Jo; Jo turned around, beaming. "You're a fucking idiot. We need questions that make people feel like they're donating to Breast Awareness. We need to sell this thing as a legitimate product....