<fukdis> if this shit happens again, i'm walking over to my boss, handing him my security
badge (or paying $40 for it) and walking the fuck out
<Bascha> hey!  dave will you do something for me?  this is a big favor!
<Bascha> when you leave there, i want to  you do the jefferson strut out the door
<Bascha> i'm serious!  for all of us fuckers!
<Bascha> it'll be like *sobs* a little peice of all of us being there with you
<fukdis> hahaha
<fukdis> ok i'll do that shit
<DaRoach> 'Listen up, yo! Dis shat be wicked, and you don't got no DR in dis house
to wig out, bitch. PEACE IM OUT'
<DaRoach> and then throw down a pencil like its a mic, and just walk out lookin' pissed
<Bascha> hahahaha
<DaRoach> dude i gotta get up there with a camera
<DaRoach> i'll put that shit in slo-mo with some triumphant music, like chariots of fire
or something
<DaRoach> i'll zoom in on employees as they cry because their nuts are stapled to the
desks and they can't quit
<DaRoach> then you should stop at the door, turn around and jump up and throw your hand in the
air
<DaRoach> like the end of breakfast club
<fukdis> haha
<DaRoach> and i'll freeze on that shit and fade out
<fukdis> "FUCK YOUS GUYS!!!!"
<Bascha> hahaha
<DaRoach> i'll get a recording from you
<DaRoach> we can voice over like wonder years
<fukdis> no, i'm gonna walk out and find the last guy before the door and say
"who's the smart one now, ya dirty sheep fucker!"
<DaRoach> "I didn't really know what to expect as I walked out of the office
Jefferson style that afternoon. But I knew I had found the respect of my peers..."
<DaRoach> and then kick up "What... would you do...if I sang out of tune..."  while
you walked out the door.
<Bascha> 'and as i left that day, with my head held high, and my whole life ahead of
me...i realised something.  hp can take your life, they can take your freedom, but they will never
take my boner.'
<fukdis> I WILL ALWAYS HAVE MY BONER!
<Bascha> hahahahaha
<fukdis> (thanks to viagra)
*** DaRoach changes topic to '<@fukdis> I WILL ALWAYS HAVE MY BONER!'