There is a particularly grotesque beer advertisement that they show on Australian TV all the time where the tongue of a sleeping man disconnects itself and goes out on the town hunting down a bottle of a particular beer before returning to the startled owner's mouth.
When I read that chat transcript I had a disturbing image in my mind that Sasha Grey's addled brain had disconnected itself and was sitting in a late night Internet Cafe somewhere chatting up dirty old psychiatrists whilst the brainless Sasha was off fucking on film, making horror movies in Canada, and (most importantly) posting on ADT.