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They're called "commas," George, and they want to be your friend.

Sure, why not? I'm sure this guy doesn't need to do any work anyway. Why don't I take his phone while I'm at it?

Okay. Does this person want a new computer, as well? What about a new desk? Hell, while I'm at it, let's go ahead and move 'em into a corner office! Approval? We don't need no stinkin' approval!

"And you didn't show him how to do it because...?", Part One

"And you didn't show him how to do it because...?", Part Two
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