(overheard through the office door)
I don't *hic* don't know...tell them whatever the hell you want.
I don't care.
Tell them I ate a plug of opium the size of a golf ball and got all constipated.
My "public?" Please. I'm like a monkey to them.
*hic*
I don't know, I've been hicupping for like two days straight.
Because of the opium.
No. I'm not writing a goddamn thing, and there's nothing in my contract that *hic* that says you can make me.
UPDATE:
Cretinous swine. Don't call here again.
