I... I think we should call your uncle.

[He takes a deep breath, eyes darting back to the screen. With a keystroke, he pulls up a simple word processor, then turns the computer towards Dipper.]

Here, type in the shack's phone number; I don't have it on my C-gear. You can use this if you, y'know, wanna say anything to me too.

[The fact that he just couldn't understand his best friend anymore was pretty damn painful, admittedly. They'd have to find a better method than this, somehow...]