Jay: So thats basically the story. After that Rob was so grateful he got Sam a job at Avant Tech. I warmed up to him with time and we sort of became friends.
Elle: Wow it’s really hard to believe his stupidity could ever serve any sort of benefit to anyone.
Jay: Haha, you’d be surprised, we put him in the return department for a while and I can tell you one thing, we had a fuckload less returns that month.
Elle: Yeah, I can’t imagine anyone dealing with him for an extended amount of time in a professional manner.
Jay: People threw stuff on occasion. Anyway, I’m gonna get going, I’m supposed to go see him. He leaves tomorrow for his “vacation” so he’s treating me to dinner.
Elle: Ok, find out where he’s going and have fun, I’ll see you later. *Jay leaves* (Sam’s apartment)
Jay: Hey Sam, what’s wrong with your parrot? He looks a little sickly.
Sam: I’m not sure I’ve been feeding him regularly, but he hasn’t been up to much lately. Where did I put my wallet?
Jay: I don’t know but hurry up I wanna get a decent table. Maybe he needs new water this one is like fucking black bro!
Sam: Duh, it’s not water it’s coke.
Jay: For fucks sake why would you give a parrot coke?
Sam: Because he likes it. He has a strict diet of coke and marshmallows. He’s a part of the family so I let him eat what I eat.
Jay: Okay, let’s skip the question of how you’ve managed to live on coke and marshmallows this long, but I’m going to let you know that parrots do not do so well on that type of diet. *Squawking noise*
Sam: You’re crazy he’s saying he likes it.
Jay: Buddy, I think that was a death rattle. I feel for you little guy. We’ll pick you up some bird seed on the way back, for now at least let me change your water.
Sam: I don’t like seeds though.
Jay: I was talking to Waffleburner.
Sam: Aww you remember his name.
Jay: How could I forget, 80 percent of what he says is his name. Now please get in the car before I strike you.
Sam: Fine. By the way, do you think the title has anything to do with the fact we’ve done nothing for the past three weeks.
Jay: I don’t know what you’re talking about but I’m sure it’s stupid. Sam: Most likely. Where we going by the way?
Jay: Roland’s Grill.
Sam: I don’t know a Roland but I like grilled things.
Jay: You’re an idiot.
(At Roland’s Grill)
Jay: We finally got seats after 30 minutes. Well at least we know it has to be good food.
Sam: I wonder if they have crayons here.
Jay: I’m gonna go with no. Thanks for treating me though that’s unusual and nice of you.
Sam: About that, remember how I was looking for my wallet before we got distracted?
Jay: Oh yeah. Where was it?
Sam: Completely forgot about it…
Jay: Christ almighty I hate you sometimes.
Sam: Hey don’t forget, I saved your life.
Jay: I want a damn refund!