"Andy?  Andy!  Oh my god Andy you'll never believe who was just outside--"  A young woman runs through the bullet proof door, looking around.  "Where's Andy??"  She stands there, looking frantic.  "I need a camera!!"
   "X, you're supposed to *carry* one," Andy frowns at the woman from behind a desk.
   "I KNOW," wails the girl.  "I *haaave* one but I used the last of my film!"
   "Bob, get X a camera," Andy says absently.
   "A Polaroid!"
   "A Polaroid?  Oh, uh, oh...  gee, Bob, do I have a spare Polaroid?"
   The woman stumbles across the Factory floor to Andy's desk.  "Do you have any film in there??  Instamatic!"
   Andy looks slightly boggled and opens a drawer, peering into it.
   X leans over the desk and grabs a box of instamatic cartridges and practically runs into Bob Colacello as he comes toward her.  She snatches the Polaroid from him and slides across the floor, running back out the bullet proof door.
   Andy blinks.  "Gee, I wonder who she saw."
   "Knowing X, it was probably a bum or a streetwalker," some random Factory kid says as he passes Andy's desk.
   "Well, uh, gee that could be goooood.  I should do portraits of some whores...  wouldn't that be great, Bob?"
   "Sure, Andy."
   "I think it would be greeaaat.  Bob, you'll go downtown and find me some whores, won't you?  Not those high class ones, real whores.  The ones on the streets.  Okay, Bob?"
   "Sure, Andy."
   "Gee...  do you think people will want pictures of whores, Bob?"
   "They will if you make them, Andy."
   "Oh, wow, gee...  you really think so?"
   "Absolutely."

About an hour later...

    "Isn't X back yet?" Andy frowns, looking around.
    "Nope," someone says.
    "Gee, she should be back by nooow..."
    As if on cue, X comes swirling in through the door, singing, "Karmkarmakarmakarma karma cha-mee-lee-unnnnn..."
    "Oh hi, X.  Where were you?" Andy looks at X.
    X falls against Andy's desk and drops twelve Polaroids on the papers.  "Look *there!*"
    Andy picks the pictures up and looks through them.  "Ohhh, it's Boy George.  He's getting fat, isn't he?"  He holds a picture up.  "Isn't he getting fat, Bob?"
    "Sure, Andy," Bob says from another desk, not looking up.
    "Gee, X," Andy looks up at X, "You should have taken a tape recorder.  Do you think we could get Boy George for Interview, Bob?"
    "You could try, Andy," Bob says.