New Reporter: Um, hello? Sir?
Gawker Editor: Whadda you want? Look, for the last time, if you have pictures of athletes' penises, just email them to AJ Daulerio. I don't want to see them anymore.
New Reporter: Um, no sir, I'm... I'm your new writer?
Editor: Hm? Oh, that's right. Have a seat. Let's see here. Graduated summa cum laude from University of Wisconsin Madison, did your graduate work at University of Chicago J-school. Not bad, not bad. What makes you think you have what it takes to make it here?
New Reporter: Well, I curated UW's arts magazine, was the editor of the newspaper there, and have had several pieces published in the Trib and Sun-Times.
Editor: CHILD'S PLAY. This. THIS. Is Gawker. NEW MEDIA. Have some goddamn respect. What we do here changes the way people look at the world. YOU SEE THIS?! MILLIONS OF HITS. We are leading the revolution, my friend, and I don't need any more idealistic mama's boys whining about the days of typewriters and wistfully pondering what it was like to be a newsman back in the day. I need a foot soldier for the front lines of the battle against the traditional forces. Can you be that foot soldier for me?
New Reporter: Yes, sir.
Editor: You're not gonna blow your finger off just to get out of duty, are you?
New Reporter: Um, no sir.
Editor: Good. Now here's what we got. People are all about this Occupy Wall Street business. They're out there, fighting the good fight. But we need the human element. I need you to go out there and show the world the victims. Too long have the unemployed remained faceless. Let's show the fat cats up in their ivory towers the damage that they're causing. Now there's a largely elusive group of people, virtually all unemployed, who are aching for an opportunity to speak up.
New Reporter: Disabled veterans?
Editor: No, you halfwit! If we had paper in this office, I'd roll some up and smack you across the mouth with it. I'm talking, of course, about NBA players. Look at this chart.
Editor: You see, these owners are trying to demonize their employees for falling profits. No matter that they have plenty of extra sources of income elsewhere, through concerts, circuses, TV deals and the like. They just want to squeeze their employees out of every cent they earn for them. IT'S JUST LIKE SLAVERY. Actually, figure out a way to work the word "slavery" into your piece. More controversy, more clicks.
New Reporter: Um, I don't really feel comfortable with--
Editor: Well what would you feel comfortable with, hm? A world where newsboys in their jaunty caps peddle newspapers for nickels apiece and there's no other avenue for people to absorb current events and opinion? Oh, we'd all like that. We'd enjoy the hell out of that. But that's not reality. This world has changed. I've had to adapt to survive. So many of my colleagues have fallen along the way. That's just the way the world is. Someday you'll understand.
New Reporter: Sir, aren't you 25 years old?
Editor: I sure am. Now get out there and bring me some sob stories about these players. And try to work a Hitler reference or two in, also. That always tends to boost traffic.
Later that day...
Reporter: Hi, with whom am I speaking?
Deron Williams: Yeah, this is Deron Williams. That's D-E-R-O-N.
Reporter: Yes sir, I'm aware of the spelling of your name.
Deron: Man, thank goodness. You wouldn't believe how many times they spell my name wrong over here in Turkey.
Reporter: I see. And what is it that you are doing in Turkey?
Deron: My job. I play over here until the NBA comes back.
Reporter: So you're not suffering any hardships of unemployment?
Deron: Hell no. I show up, cross some cats, dunk on people. Win some games, then go home. Easy money, man.
Reporter: Ah ok, well, thank you for your time.
Carmelo Anthony: Who dis?
Reporter: Hi, I'm with Gawker media.
Carmelo: Not my penis, man.
Reporter: Ha ha! Very good sir, no I'm doing a story on the hardships of unemployment for NBA players.
Carmelo: Ok, well I'm at New York's fashion week and these skinny bitches are making fun of my red pants. Shit's hard, man.
Reporter: Thank you for your time, sir.
Russell Westbrook: [Whispering] Hello? I really can't talk right now.
Baron Davis, Kevin Love, P. Diddy: SHHHHH!
Baron Davis: Tryin' to learn, cuz.
Russell Westbrook: Gotta go.
Reporter: Mr. James, can you give me some examples of how the NBA lockout has affected your life?
LeBron James: Hasn't really, I still play basketball, make commercials and give wedgies. And not necessarily in that order, YAKNOWWHATIMSAYIN? Up top!
Reporter: I don't suppose you have a story about hardship related to the lockout do you.
Joakim Noah: Keeeeeyahhhh habbada na na!
Reporter: Fuck this.