Page 41 of Good Enough

MIDAS: It’s a serious question.

MIDAS: You haven’t seen some of the ways Nemo got in and out of places on a job.

STEEL: Amen, bro.

MIDAS: Oh, yeah. Nicaragua. Ewww. Sorry.

TB: Wow. You really upset the Harvard reject. He actually used punctuation.

DEMON: Fuck you, you twat. Number 2 in my class.

TB: Number 2 is right.

GOD: I pay you idiots too much money. Is ANYONE doing any damn work?

TB: Neither of those would happen to me because I don’t fit in an airplane bathroom.

NEMO: Hell, I didn’t realize emotional support dinosaurs were even allowed in the main cabin.

DEMON: this convo is unhygenic

STEEL: Mile High Club not romantic. And I’ve already traveled through a near-full sewer before and survived, so guess I’m locked in.

MIDAS: I’m all about Mile High Club.

NEMO: Waters?

NEMO: Waters?

NEMO: I know you’re online, boss. It doesn’t say you left.

WATERS: I’m wondering what possessed me to hire you people. I want to lock all of you in the same bathroom and let it fill up so you drown in shit together.

STEEL: No one but yourself to blame for hiring us.

WATERS: I hate you all right now.

NEMO: Great! So what’s your answer?

NEMO: Come on, boss. You know the rules. You have to answer.

MIDAS: Of course he’s going for the Mile High Club. He’s on the plane with Kubrick.

WATERS: You’re fired, Nemo.

GOD: No, he’s not. Only I can fire him.

WATERS: Christ. Locked in.

NEMO: Liar. God’s going to take away your Christmas bonus.

GOD: All of you get off this goddamn chat and back to work or I’m firing all of you.

–God now offline

NEMO: What a funsucker.

TB: I think you’re grounded.

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