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[bohemian_mark]

"Listen. I don't like this as much as you do, but we have to do this. I have to get home."

"And you think I can sit around a bar all my life too?"

"You don't have responsibilities."

"My ass I don't. You try running a production company."

Mark and Benny are standing in front of the door arguing. After a moment, Mark puts up a hand. "Listen, I saw this in a film once, this has to work." He walks off and returns with, from only the Landlord knows where, a metal trash can, with which he knocks the padlock off of the door.

Benny raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Now that's a full-service film you saw there."

Mark shrugs and opens the door. "We'll talk. Eventually."

As Benny goes out the door, he looks behind him. "You going to put that trashcan back?"

---

About fifteen minutes go by, and the door opens again, and a voice can be heard from behind it. "Why the hell is the bar in my fridge?"

Another voice comes through. "Just don't bring back Zuul."

Mark walks through with purple Tupperware, looking confused.

[ooc: Benny will be back, folken. Just not now.]