Mutz _ 013
"They're called the Conference Men."
"Why?"
"I was careless, I'm only human, and I'm only one man."
"So what are we dealing with exactly?"
"They're full-time idiots who part-time as assholes with a license to moron."
"And why are you so anxious?"
“Because it means more work. And this relaxed and boring vacation we've all been having now has a layer of increasing tension, infinitely multiplied by however much this fucking shitshow spreads because of them now. Which means at least double the work I've just said.”
“I’d just say we're gonna be busy for a while then. Didn’t you say something about keeping your hands in your pockets? Idle hands breed the devil’s work and all that?”
“Yeah, I like to keep my hands occupied, so I don’t do anything stupid and not funny with them. Not tied up with fucking busywork because of some fucking dimwits.”
“Like I said, we’re gonna be busy for a while. You just gotta make sure we finish.”
“It pains me to say this, and I can’t believe I’m actually trying to, but I’m almost grateful to have a team.”
“There you go. Wasn’t so bad now, was it? You’re most welcome. Loner, this is your faithful pack. Pack, this is your fearsome leader. Pack makes loner. Loner becomes leader. Never figured it out, did ya?”
“Very funny, Ha ha.”
“Yer goddamn straight. I’m goddamn fucking hilarious is what I am. Wait till I start in on you with some of my loveable jokes. I’ll have you crying laughing, your guts bleeding, and your face melting off. I won’t even let you beg for mercy.”