i'm going to need your help this morning, old scout.
for the next few hours, you're to warn me of bandy's every approach and you may have to screen me from public view in the likely event i that i throw up. it's that bad.
nothing good about it, i assure you.
what was that about?
sounds like a real goodie.
don't insult me.
ah, franklin. good to see your shining face. what's the news?
right. and i'm moving to tangiers.
and when does this noble experiment commence?
but.  i mean, assuming there is a true vocation waiting for you. wouldn't you be just as likely to discover it here as there?
hey. keep my name out of it.
foiled by faulty contraception.
you'd have been sorely missed in the old cubicle, i can tell you that.
besides which.
well, the plan always seemed a touch unrealistic, don't you think?
i suppose, it's none of my business, really.
well, we won't be the only ones glad to hear the news. they'll be celebrating in the secretarial pool.