Morning everybody
*You blood sucking leeches*
Hey *douchebag*
Sup *I just farted in here*
Hey *Boobies!*
Geoff, are you gonna have that actualization
report I asked for today?
*Because I've only asked you for it about a thousand times already*
Yeah, totally, of course
*Oh my god, why is he still asking for that?*
*I've had to dodge this like a thousand times*
You do know what an actualization report is, right?
*He has no idea*
Of course I do
*I have no idea*
Great, glad I don't have to explain it to you then
*Because I don't have any fucking clue what it is either*
Just have it on my desk by the end of the day, okay?
No problem *I'm fucked*
Gus!
Gus, hey remember that favor you owe me?
*And remember that I have pictures of that night that will fucking ruin you*
Oh yeah, that favor! Sure buddy
*That settles it, I'm gonna have to kill him*
*Now where can I hide a second body*
I need you to put together an actuality report for me
I'd do it myself, but I'm pretty busy today
*Celebrity nipple slip websites aren't gonna surf themselves all day*
Oh yeah sure, I totally understand that dude
*Think Sorola, you've gotta turn this around on him*
Hey, did you want that formatted with a CSV
or did you want me to the database and populate it
through ASP with an enhanced logic array?
*Ha! Make sense of that you stupid luddite*
Your choice buddy
*I don't know what any of those words mean*
Just have it on my desk by the end of the day
*Yeah, you big a-hole*
Joel, hey Joel
What's up pal?
*Ready for me to trick you into doing work for me?*
Hey Gus
*He's gonna trick me into doing work for him*
*Evacuate, evacuate*
I have to go to the bathroom
You know, technically I am your superior
You are?
*He's taller than me?*
Yup, and I hate to pull rank on you
but I think it's time you learned how to file an actu-
*Fuck, what was that word?*
*Whatever, if I don't know, he's not going to*
An actuary report
You need me to file a report on risk management and liability assessment?
*Word of the day calendar finally pays off*
Exactly
*Holy shit, how'd he know that?*
*Maybe he's smarter than I thought*
Now that doesn't involve any math, does it?
*Because math makes my thinker box hurt*
Your choice big guy
*Nah, he's fucking retarded*
Just have it on my desk by the end of the day
Hey Nathan
How're you doing?
*Why is it that I can never tell what he's thinking*
*wind noises*
Yeah, um anyways Gus was telling me that
he wants you to do a report for me?
*Don't be nervous, he's not that scary*
Some actual...some, something about actual
Ra-Ractual
*Wind noises*
*Okay, he's very scary. Get away quickly*
Sexual?
*Oh my god, this is harder than math*
Anyways, if you could have that on my desk
by the end of the day, that would be great
Um...I've gotta go
*transition music plays*
Well hello, Nathan
*My old nemesis*
*You're reading my thoughts right now, aren't you?*
*Wind noises*
*I guess there's something you want me to do for you*
You want me to...write a report for you
*wind noises*
*And if I don't? You'll do what?*
*Wind noise intesifies*
I see
*You may have won this round*
*But the battle has only begun*
Just have it on my desk by the end of the day
*outro music plays*
*toilet flushes*
Oh
*wind noises*
Hey Nathan
*wind noises*
Hey Gav, what's up with your hair?
Oh, I just got blown around
It's really windy outside today
Yeah, super windy! I can't stop thinking about it
*wind noises*
Yeah...anyway
Okay, I'll see you around
Yeah, see ya
*I better go and do that acka-tack-plack report*