So, we're in the pharmacy...
Alicia: I don't know, man, this is probably just like that Riley Shannon Clohessy thing from a few years back.
Dave: It definitely sounds like you're being duped.
Brian: I know, I know. I wish I didn't have so many supervillian archenemies...
Dave: You know what it probably is? She's probably a forty-year-old dude.
Alicia: Or some really grotesque gypsy lady who preys on the souls of young musicians.
Brian: It wouldn't be the first time.
Dave: Well, here, use the store directory and see if she really works for Walgreen's. Where did you say she was?
Brian: Milwaukee, I think, or bugaboo, or something. Something made-up-sounding.
Alicia: Baraboo? I've got a Baraboo over here.
Brian: That might be it.
Dave: Alright, that's it, let's do this. *throws Brian the phone*
Brian: No, I'm not doing this. It's ridiculous.
Alicia: Come on, what's the worse that could happen? There is no Becky and your crazy ex-girlfriend is trying to trick you into seeing her again, no big fucking deal.
Dave: Twenty bucks says that Becky's a dude.
Brian: Fuck it, you're on.
Boop Beep Boop Bleep *number being dialed*
Robot: Thank you for calling Walgre- Boop.
Voice: Thank you for calling Walgreen's this is Sandy speaking, how may I help you?
Brian: Uh, yeah... Hey, is Becky working in cos today?
Sandy: Yes she is, hold on one second.
Brian: Shit, there's a Becky there. What do I do?
Alicia: Hang up.
Dave: No way, man, it could be a cross-dresser who just goes by Becky, you need female auditory confirmation.
Voice: Hello?
Brian: Dur... Becky?
Becky: Yes.
Brian: Uh, hey, this is Brian.
Becky: Hi.
Brian: Hi, yeah, I was just bet that you weren't real, so I was just calling to see if you were.
Becky: Okay.
Brian: Yeah... So how's work?
Becky: Fine.
Brian: Alrighty then, have a good one, later.
Becky: Bye.
-Click-
Brian: Do you think it's possible that there's a clone of me running around Wisconsin?
Dave: It's not unheard of, was it her?
Brian: I think so, she just responded monosyllabically, but it definitely wasn't a dude, so I'll take that Jackson.
Dave: Here you go, you've earned it.
Alicia: Do you think it's possible that there is a God and he put your soul mate in Wisconsin?
Brian: No, there is no God and I'm still dubious as to whether or not there's even a Wisconsin.
-Brian
Dave: It definitely sounds like you're being duped.
Brian: I know, I know. I wish I didn't have so many supervillian archenemies...
Dave: You know what it probably is? She's probably a forty-year-old dude.
Alicia: Or some really grotesque gypsy lady who preys on the souls of young musicians.
Brian: It wouldn't be the first time.
Dave: Well, here, use the store directory and see if she really works for Walgreen's. Where did you say she was?
Brian: Milwaukee, I think, or bugaboo, or something. Something made-up-sounding.
Alicia: Baraboo? I've got a Baraboo over here.
Brian: That might be it.
Dave: Alright, that's it, let's do this. *throws Brian the phone*
Brian: No, I'm not doing this. It's ridiculous.
Alicia: Come on, what's the worse that could happen? There is no Becky and your crazy ex-girlfriend is trying to trick you into seeing her again, no big fucking deal.
Dave: Twenty bucks says that Becky's a dude.
Brian: Fuck it, you're on.
Boop Beep Boop Bleep *number being dialed*
Robot: Thank you for calling Walgre- Boop.
Voice: Thank you for calling Walgreen's this is Sandy speaking, how may I help you?
Brian: Uh, yeah... Hey, is Becky working in cos today?
Sandy: Yes she is, hold on one second.
Brian: Shit, there's a Becky there. What do I do?
Alicia: Hang up.
Dave: No way, man, it could be a cross-dresser who just goes by Becky, you need female auditory confirmation.
Voice: Hello?
Brian: Dur... Becky?
Becky: Yes.
Brian: Uh, hey, this is Brian.
Becky: Hi.
Brian: Hi, yeah, I was just bet that you weren't real, so I was just calling to see if you were.
Becky: Okay.
Brian: Yeah... So how's work?
Becky: Fine.
Brian: Alrighty then, have a good one, later.
Becky: Bye.
-Click-
Brian: Do you think it's possible that there's a clone of me running around Wisconsin?
Dave: It's not unheard of, was it her?
Brian: I think so, she just responded monosyllabically, but it definitely wasn't a dude, so I'll take that Jackson.
Dave: Here you go, you've earned it.
Alicia: Do you think it's possible that there is a God and he put your soul mate in Wisconsin?
Brian: No, there is no God and I'm still dubious as to whether or not there's even a Wisconsin.
-Brian