(MTV Exposed appears across the screen in a television theme. The scene cuts to a park, midday. The dater is seen talking to someone off-camera.)
Dater: Really? The whole budget's just the camera and the van?
Cameraman: Dude, you're on.
Dater: Oh, now? Okay. Aw, this is gonna royally kick ass!
(Cut to inside the Exposed van, where the Dater's friend is sitting. He is surrounded by camera feeds and other monitors.)
Friend: I know! I'm gonna use the lie detection software to see which one the producer told to lie to you. And then, you'll hit the other one in the face with your dick! Word!
Dater: Boo-yah! And I'll give you sloppy seconds! Up top! (He raises his hand and thrusts his hips.)
Friend: Alright, sloppy seconds! (He licks his lips.)
Dater: This show is awesome! Oh, dude, dude, dude! Here they come.
(Barbie and Yasmin walk up to the dater.)
Barbie: Hi. I'm Barbie. (A caption appears below her: Barbie, 24.)
Yasmin: Wussup. I'm Yasmin. (A caption appears below her: Yasmin, 19.)
Friend: Bitches ain't lyin'!
(Two lie detector meters for each of the girls appear on-screen.)
Dater: So, Barbie, how do you kick it?
Barbie: Well, I'm a doctor, an Olympic skater, a scientist and a homemaker. And I like pink. (Barbie's lie meter says "TRUTH" for each of her statements.)
Friend: Oh snap! We gots that in common.
Dater: How about you, Yasmin? How you get down?!
Yasmin: I like a man that takes care of me. I enjoy clubbing... (Waves her arms in the air) Oooohhh! And shopping. I'm kind of a brat, and I designed my own tramp stamp. (All of Yasmin's claims flag as "TRUTH." She turns around to show her tattoo, just above her thong: it says "Maximum Capacity: 2" with two hand prints on either side, two paw prints above it, and underlined with a flourish.)
Friend: That's you and me, dude!
(Cut to a bit later, the dater, Barbie and Yasmin are at a picnic table eating lunch.)
Barbie: Mmm! I love salad! (Her statement is true.)
Yasmin: Me, too! (Her lie meter says "FALSE" in red letters.)
Friend: Psh! She is lying, dude!
Dater: Do you really enjoy salad, Yasmin?
Yasmin: (picking up a foot-long hot dog) Well, I am more into meat. Mm-hmm. (rubs the tip of the hot dog against her face) You know what I'm talkin' about?
(Back to the van. Friend is masturbating while watching Yasmin.)
Friend: Oh, man...oh, man...she's telling t-the truth...she's telling...the truth.
(Back to the picnic table, Dater watches Yasmin as she rubs the hot dog against her face and breasts. Barbie looks angry.)
Barbie: Hello? I was a space shuttle commander. I have an RV and a convertible!
(Yasmin moans and licks along the length of the hot dog. In the background, the van starts violently rocking from the friend's "activity.")
Friend: It's true! She likes it, dawg, she likes it!
Dater: Oh, hell yeah! I choose you!
(Dater grabs Yasmin and they start making out. He pulls her up onto the table, and they knock the food everywhere as they roll around and french each other.)
Barbie: This is bullshit! We still have 20 minutes left on the show!
Yasmin: Oh, is that the hot dog? Oh, baby, yes!
(Barbie stands up and leaves.)
Yasmin: I knew I'd beat that whore.
Dater: Oh, yeah! You deliciou- Oh, you taste like other men, though. I like it!
Yasmin: Oh, this is doing wonders for my self-esteem!
(The van rocks so much that it falls over onto its side, but continues to rock.)
Dater: You're beautiful and dirty! Oh, you're dirty-ful.
Yasmin: I'm number one!
Dater: Oh, I feel shit crawlin' on me already, but I don't care!
(The van explodes.)