the IM chronicles, late night at the office edition

[mrspleen]

ME: hey darling
THOM: hey
ME: how's it going?
THOM: busy
ME: can I help?
ME: I could bring sandwiches
ME: and brass knuckles
THOM: nah, you should relax and enjoy your time off of work
ME: I can't relax if you're suffering
ME: weird, I know
THOM: hunh
THOM: despite available evidence
ME: oh! oh! wounded!
THOM: oh snap
ME: . . . can't go on
ME: . . . have been fatally snapped
ME: . . . tell my wife I love her
THOM: somehow I think you'll pull through
THOM: . . . hey!
ME: shit
ME: um
ME: strike that last bit

(pause)

THOM: so am I ever going to meet your wife?
ME: you should be so lucky