| Chet begins a downward spyral |
|
 | Soooo, Brian, we need to downsize the company a bit. You didn't do anything wrong so we promise not to cut your wages. | |
|
| You swear you won't? Lemme get it in writing. | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| Brian, you've been a great employee, we love what you've been doing here but we have to cut your pay. | |
|
| You son of a b#tch. You PROMISED you wouldn't do it! You PROMISED!! | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| Brian, you wouldn't happen to know anything about how my dog got killed with a cork screw through it's eye and a note attached that said, " Your wife and kids are next, b#tch.", would you? | |
|
| What makes you think I would, Chet? What makes you think I would? | |
|
|
|
|
|
