Nov 21, 2008 11:30
Bade: I've been working way too many hours lately. My boss put me in for 60 hours this week, 70 the next. With the way I'm going, I'll probably be dead by 40.
Keikan: Your real life will eventually just atrophy off. You'll have phantom pains and be screaming at the top of your lungs about having a girlfriend.
Bade: And it's not even like I'm doing complicated things anymore, they've downgraded me for this new kid named Ryan. Oooh, I have blonde hair and I can do two things at once - everyone look at me! I'm still here. I do more than he even thinks about. I work below the surface, but I'm what keeps the top functioning in a correct and efficient order.
Keikan: I'm making wet dreams out of my lemons, daydreaming about monotony and fantasizing about a regular life. Oh yeah, bitch, a 9 to 5... I hate my boss, and my wife won't shut up. Jesus, I'm on the verge of an orgasm. One more diatribe about your minivan and you'll be cleaning up for weeks.
B: It's just... it's too much. I can't take it all in.
K: What do you think they call phrases that never stop ending? "I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why I don't know"?
K: Just make some shit up. Call them "winfinitives" and make millions.
B: Are you even paying attention?
K: I never quit paying attention... I eat, sleep, and breathe this shit. My TV broke last week.
B: *laughs* Yeah... I suppose I am exaggerating things. I don't piss out of a tube just yet.
K: Exactly. Now get the fuck out - I have some hookers and axe-wielding serial killers coming over soon. We're going to smoke moonrocks and bring Adolphe Hitler back to life.
B: Fine. But make sure you clean up this time.