Desperate plea

GREG: (to robot) Let me out of here! Ow! Quit that! Let— DRM 9000:
GREG: (yelling) BRETT!! Is that you? HELP!! Ow! I'm being held hostage by a Sony DRM robot! It's got me strapped to my chair and it's making me buy CDs, ow, against my will.
GREG: (to robot) Ha, hear that? My roommate's here! Ow! Game over, robot! Ha!
BRETT: This... is not my fight. GREG: Hey Brett?! You there? BRE-- Ow! It is a REAL BEARD, will you PLEASE quit pulling on it?