TBBT 4A Apartment.
Unable to answer Missy's question, Rajesh turned and headed to the School of Pharmacology, decisively signing up for the new drug trial.
Though he sometimes still couldn't control his body, he could at least talk to women now and no longer let his best buddy Howard hog all the glory.
"So, Missy, have you ever met a man with the exotic charm of the great peaceful nation?"
Rajesh looked Missy straight in the eye, swaying his head smugly as he spoke.
"Not before, but I've heard plenty over the phone..."
Missy looked at him teasingly. "For example, I often hear: 'Thank you for calling, hello ma'am, your computer has a virus~'"
"Seeing it once is better than hearing about it a hundred times, right?"
Rajesh's confidence soared. "They're all good men."
"In the Land of Peace, is phone fraud the standard for being a good person?"
Missy teased.
"...Phone fraud?"
Rajesh froze.
"Yeah."
Missy looked surprised. "The phone scam industry is practically monopolized by people from your side now. Seven out of every ten scam calls have your accent. Haven't you gotten any?"
"..."
Only then did Rajesh realize that "Thank you for calling, hello sir—ma'am, your computer has a virus~" really was the classic inherited accent of phone scammers. He was left speechless.
How could he possibly not have received such calls?
It was just too embarrassing to mention.
"Don't misunderstand, I'm not being discriminatory."
Missy comforted him. "First, this has nothing to do with you. Second, the fact that people from your side can monopolize phone scams in the United States is also our Americans' own problem.
"Why else would all those big companies choose to outsource customer service to you?
"There are too many people over there.
"Every year, massive numbers of customer service