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"Hello again."
"Heya."
"So let me guess -"
"The animator is taking a quick break from Speed Divas - there's only so much fabulousness you can take  at one time."
"So we're back."
"We're here."
"We're queer."
"Buy me a beer."
"Wha??"
"You try to come up with a rhyme in two seconds."
"Amateur."
"I didn't know there was a pro status in rhyming."
"Gruelling competition."
"I'll bet."
"We're lobbying for olympic status."
"Any reason to go to the olympics..."
"To be in the company of champions."
"By 'champions' of course, you mean hordes of sweaty muscular men."
"Thrill of victory, agony off my feet."
"Okay, I'm done with that topic - it just got weird."
"We could talk about the alarming size of Christina Aguillera's nose."
"While we sit in our jammies, I braid your hair, you paint your nails, and we phone boys we like."
"No, not two nights in a row."
"Okay, this conversation is all over the map - let's find a theme or a plot or something."
"Remember this is the animator who has written our scripts for two short stories and an animation and  hasn't come up with a plot yet."
"Alrightie then, let's come up with our own plot."
"Fire away."
"What professions do you think the animator will give us?"
"I'm not waiting for that sorry animator to think of our professions--I'm going to flesh out my  character on my own."
"Don't do it too often or you'll go blind."
"For the sake of our fledgling friendship, I'm going to ignore that."
"My apologies - what's your job?"
"Well, I've given up on my yachting dreams."
"Too pretentious?"
"No, too difficult - have you ever tried to navigate down Wascana creek?"
"Does skinny dipping count?"
"Not to mention the shortage of suitable employees."
"No sailors in Saskatchewan - go figure."
"So I've decided to follow my life long dream of being a massage therapist."
"Did you know most of the men going to get professional massages are herniated and elderly?"
"So I've decided to follow my life long dream of being a hairstylist."
"Little old ladies with helmets of grey curls."
"Flight attendant?"
"Flabby, balding executives."
"Male model?"
"Requires looks."
"Accountant?"
"Requires brains."
"Politician?"
"You can't stick with the same hair colour for two months, let alone a political party."
"You're being very pessimistic here."
"I'm sorry - whatever occupation you decide on will be wonderful. I'll support your decision one hundred  per cent."
"Male stripper."
"And believe me that saggy ass needs a lot of support."
"Okay mister brainy pants, what's your job?"
"I was thinking web developer. I started a successful business during the Internet boom and sold my stock  options before the market took a tumble. Now I'm unemployed, but amazingly rich."
"Rich enough to need your own massage therapist?"
"Hands off, peasant."
"Or your own hairstylist?"
"I saw what you did to that guy's hair last week."
"He and his hairsprayed mullet-of-doom were standing a bit too close when I lit my cigarette."
"You don't smoke."
"I flame - close enough."
"So are we done this episode yet?"
"Totally - let's go to the club - I'll let you and your independent 
wealth buy me a beer."