This year on Gus' birthday... (for my_partner_gus)
Because there's no way Shawn can make it to the office before Gus does (that would involve getting out of bed before 10 am and he never gets out of bed before 10 am; not even that time when there was a clown car crash in front of his apartment, he heard there was red noses everywhere), he had to sneak Gus' birthday gift the day before the "National Day of We Do Only the Stuff That Gus Wants Us To Do Until Midnight". It's like a crazy Simon Says marathon, but dorkier.
Over Gus' desk, Shawn left a hand made card, with a dashing, slightly photoshopped picture.
Buddy:
I hope that this year enlightens you into learning more bigassed technical words, that you spend more
than half of your money in comic books that soon won't even fit in your little apartment and that you finally
earn your parent's respect. Probably around Christmas time.
Have a literal fist bump to celebrate other year in which Burton puts the B in BFFs.
Happy Birthday, Gus.
- Shawn
Right under the card and almost neatly folded (at least as neatly as he can manage to fold), Shawn left a red sweatshirt, with a post-it-note on top.
Hope that you enjoy your mood sweatshirt, Gus. It's reversible and, as you probably deducted, shows off your mood depending on which side you choose to wear on the outside. This way you'll save us both precious body language reading time.
Next to the sweatshirt, he left a paper bag with another post-it-note on top.
And because you complain that someone at work is constantly stealing your lunch, here's a very handy anti-theft device. Don't worry dude, we'll catch that lunch offender!
