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 | Easter Island, baby! Wahoo! We are here! Hey buddy, show a little respect, huh, at least look at me when I'm talking to you. Idiot. Who's on the other end of that phone, anyways? Your boyfriend? Because you're gay? Ha! I bet you are gay! You can't even enjoy the fact that you live with the most beautiful statues on earth. | |
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| i'm sorry james, i'm going to have to call you back, there's a loud moron here that won't stop shouting at me | |
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| Oh, oh, ok, ok, I'M the moron! Yeah, alright, alright, sure, buddy, sure! I'm the moron! You're the #ssh#le who doesn't even have enough common human decency to look a man in the eyes and give him his informational brochure to explore this vast wonderland of ancient mythical statue-men secrets. Ok, buddy, I'm the bad guy. Fine. | |
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| Ha! I moved to the side of you, because I just couldn't stand your psychobabble BULLsh#t about how I am apparentally some sick, twisted monster for wanting you to DO YOUR GODDAMN JOB! Come on, what the hell are you doing! You know what, I'm going to go talk to your supervisor right now and inform him of your behavior. See you in hell, scumbag. | |
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| Oh I don't know, I think he's pretending he's actually at Easter Island or something. Yeah, he walked in holding a bottle of half-empty Jack Daniels and a pill bottle so who knows what he's thinking. Yeah, I'll pwn him. | |
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