CMMDR: u there?
ENSIGN: (baiting him, acerbic) Oh, did you find time between
your tailor and barber to reach out to an old friend?
CMMDR: I was, I’m sorry, yes, I was busy….
ENSIGN: (admonishing) ‘I was busy’ – there you go, pulled
right from the old ‘grab bag of phrases.’
CMMDR: (attempting some reconciliation, though not sure
exactly why reconciliation always had to be a factor) How’s the book on tape?
ENSIGN: (as to a child) They stopped calling them ‘books on
tape’ in the last century.
CMMDR: Sorry.
ENSIGN: (miffed) Yeah. And it’s done.
CMMDR: What?
ENSIGN: (Exploding) THE ‘BOOK ON TAPE’!!!! WORK WITH ME!!!!!
CMMDR: Sorry.
ENSIGN: (scathingly) YOU’RE SORRY?
CMMDR: (upbeat) So, on to the indie?
ENSIGN: ( with a level of self-laceration so intense the
CMMDR can actually smell ozone) Yeah, on to the indie. Nice shot Bill.
CMMDR: (tentatively, fearfully) Well, I’ve got to get go-
ENSIGN: (unleashing thinly disguised fury) Oh, OK, sorry,
SORRY, didn't mean to bother you-
CMMDR: No, it’s fine, I just have to get the mail-
ENSIGN: (a discharge of pure venom) STOP! STOP! STOP USING A
POSTAL BOX!! JUST STOP IT!
CMMDR: (unsure, terrified) Ummm. OK. I’ve got to go.
ENSIGN: (weeping) This is it, this is my life. I cannot
believe it. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?
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Laughing. Howling.
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