Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Not Always Low Energy


“This is all terribly exciting. I can't tell you how pleased I am, after all these delays, to start this meeting.”

“Is he being sarcastic?”

“What's that?”

“Nothing, sir!”

“He's sincere. Just low energy.”

“What?”

“Sorry, sir, we were just comparing notes.”

“I know we're out of practice, but let's focus our attention, please. Now, what is the first item on the agenda?”

“The war, I believe, sir.”

“The war. Indeed. Is there a war going on?”

“Everybody seems to be talking about it, so I would say yes.”

“Who are we fighting?”

“I'm not sure there is any fighting? It just seems to be groups forming alliances against common enemies.”

“Sir, it has come to my attention that we haven't chosen a side. Various groups have been waiting for us to make a decision. Like the window washers.”

“Who?”

“Look over there.”

“Good gravy, have they been there this whole time? How disconcerting. Very well, let's choose a side. Do we have any offers?”

“The lawyers have suggested an alliance.”

“And we're not lawyers?”

“I'm not a lawyer. Are you a lawyer?”

“I didn't think so, but I wanted confirmation. So we're... I want to say, business...meeters...?”

“Executives.”

“Business executives, that's right. We are business executives. So, yes, I think we should ally ourselves with the lawyers. Any objections?”

“It's what the window washers were expecting.”

“Who?”

“The people outside there.”

“Oh, yes. I see they're going away now. Is that good or bad?”

“I'm not sure. They were talking about cowboys earlier.”

“Oh my god, I love cowboys!”

Sunday, October 18, 2015

We All Serve The Rich Masters


“So, everybody got that? Dr. Egghead...”

“Eckhardt.”

“Right, sorry. Dr. Egghard says we shouldn't be worried about any homoeroticism at all.”

“Indeed. Well, I see by the clock I should be getting back to the sidelines. Can one of you push me?”

“Yah.”

“Wheeeee! Faster, go faster. No, don't take me to the coach, he's boring. Let's go over there. Yeah, that's it. Hello, girls! I assume by your tight tiny outfits that everybody's eating disorders are still in order?”

“Get bent, Doctor.”

“Hee hee! Oh, over there! Yeah, right behind him. Line up my foot with his fuzzy ass. A little faster... Pow!”

“Goddammit!”

“The crowd loves it, you third-rate jester! Ooh, cops. Swing me past them... hey, pigs, having fun serving your rich masters?”

“Go fuck yourself!”

“Man, I love this job! Okay, I guess you can park me at my desk. Got to get back to work. Lots of analyzing to be done. There's a war on, after all. I wonder, are we winning?”

“Uh, the war? Or the game?”

“Either! Both! I don't care, I still get paid. Well, don't just stand there, get back on the field! Tackle somebody! And remember, it's perfectly acceptable to get a boner!”

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Skydivers Are Idiots


“Don't look at them!”

“I'm not!”

“But who are they?!”

“It doesn't matter! We have a mission! Focus on the mission!”

“Are they a counterattack?!”

“I think they're naked!”

“Dammit, focus!”

“Isn't that a famous piece of art or something?! I'm going to google it when we get back!”

“This is a suicide mission, there is no going back!”

“What?! Nobody said anything about suicide!”

“I'm kidding! But we face death every moment of our lives!”

“They're getting closer!”

“I'm going to take off my clothes!”

“Stick with the plan! Do not jeopardize this mission!”

“I don't know why you guys are shouting, the comms are working fine.”

“What?!”

Thursday, October 8, 2015

He's Not Much Of A Catch Himself! Misogynist!


Is the war... ow, my foot!”

“What's wrong?”

“My feet hurt so much. Look at them—do you think they look normal?”

“You got some weird bumps there. No, they look pretty messed up.”

“I know. And I don't know why. Everything else seems fine.”

“I guess it's just one of those things.”

“I guess. Anyway, is the war still affecting your sex drive?”

“It sure is. Do you see this worm? Now look at my bait. I'm useless. Nothing's been the same since I lost that last big one. The fishermen are threatening to cast me out. I don't know what to do. I should just give up.”

“You just need time. You...”

“Plus your feet are gross.”